"Father, take me by the hand,

Lead me to the promised land.'

"I did not then know what that promised land meant, but God did, and He took me at my word, praise His name! and He did it gloriously for both soul and body. God delivered me from that nervousness which had caused my wakeful nights. And after that I could go to sleep quickly regardless of what had happened during the day and evening."

This condition continued for some time, but she was not yet fully healed. In fact she was still a confirmed invalid. She did not suffer from sleeplessness as before, but was very ill. She describes her condition as follows: "But there seemed to be an internal difficulty yet unreached. I could now be up most of the time and could walk short distances, but then after a week or two I would be ill again. I would then be in great pain and realized that I was still an invalid. In about a week I would be on my feet again and would gain strength slowly only to lose it in the next attack. My life hung in a balance, and it looked as if the disease would wear me out."

This condition continued for some years. The faith that had delivered her from this previous condition of nervousness, kept her alive these years, but she could gain nothing permanently. In the winter of 1884-5, the meetings held by Rev. John Harmon occurred, and it was at this time that she entered fully into the experience of holiness as described in a previous chapter. This experience was the beginning of the end of her physical troubles. As soon as she was cleared up in her spiritual life

her faith became more definite and prevailing for her body. She describes it as follows:

so.

"One evening when I had been suffering greatly, I wanted to kneel and pray before retiring, but I felt so weak that it seemed to me I could not do I did kneel, however, from a sense of duty, and as I did so, a flood of conviction came over me that it was not only my privilege to be healed, but that it was my duty as well, and that this healing would greatly honor the Lord. These thoughts came to me, 'Is not Jesus just as willing to heal now as when He was here in the flesh? Could not He speak the word from heaven as effectually as though He were here? Did He ever refuse to heal any one?' I began to pray and the Holy Spirit indited my peti tion. The power of God came all through my body and I knew I was healed. All pain instantly left me.

"The next day I had such a sense of freedom from disease. I was as plainly conscious of this as a believer can be when his heart is cleansed. But during the day the test came. The thought came to me: 'Will you testify to this healing in church tonight?' And then came the suggestion, which I now know was from Satan, 'Had you not better wait a month and see how it comes out?' In the face of all that God had done for me, I did wait, and I lost the clear witness of the experience, but I have never doubted having been healed at that time."

This was in July, 1885; and yet she had not reached a permanent place in her experience of heal. ing. If any are inclined to blame her, let such please remember that she had never had any teaching on this line. No one had ever prayed for her

healing except her sister, and it was a subject only mentioned in ridicule by the majority of professing Christians. However, she plodded on with that patient persistence for which she was noted, and at last reached the culmination of her faith for healing, and with it the beginning of her labors.

This occurred in the early winter of the same year (1885), and she describes it as follows: "One day, as I felt one of these attacks coming on, I was conscious that the Lord wanted to talk to me. I immediately sat down to listen; oral prayer seemed to me at this time out of place. God desired to reveal His will to me. I wanted to be healed for His work alone. My eye was single to His glory. I felt the presence and power of God all through my soul and body all that day. I did not have to go to bed as at other times when these attacks came on, and when the time came to go to church, I knew God would have me go; and I felt sure the work was done. I opened my Bible and my eyes rested on these words, 'O Lord, my God, I cried unto Thea and Thou hast healed me.' The Spirit bore clear and definite witness to it, and when the hour of service arrived, I went to church leaning on the Lord as never before, and not trusting to my feelings. I knew I was on a solid foundation. I did not shrink from testifying to it, nor tremble at the thought of that active life I knew was before me. My testimony that night was, 'My heart overflows with praise, and I have come here to give thanks unto God for He hath healed me."

A poem, written by her some years afterward, expresses this experience, and is here given:

MY HEALING.

BY CLARA LEFFINGWELL.

My little bark on life's tempestuous sea

So hopelessly was tossed; each mountain wave Seemed ready to engulf and bury me;

Was I indeed to find an early grave?

At last the waves seem calmer, but an awe
Steals o'er my soul. What's this? What can it be?
Not long I watched and waited ere I saw

A form approaching, walking on the sea.

I heard my Savior's voice in accents kind;
His saying, "It is I," dispelled my fear,
And peace supreme and gladness filled my mind,
Knowing the Lord Himself was drawing near.

Power through soul and body now doth flow.
Restored! Oh, Light of ecstasy divine!
Made whole! but greater far the bliss to know
Immanuel, God with us, forever mine.

The height of my ambition once had been

To study, read and know choice books of lore: Dethroned and helpless lay this idol then,

Striving to beckon through an open door.

For with His gift of health, new prospects came
Of realizing cherished dreams of youth;

I thank Him while partaking of the same,
Still gazing on the Way, the Life, the Truth.

His favor now I greatly magnify,

His rapturous joy; by Holy Ghost baptized, Nothing but God my soul can satisfy

However much these studies once were prized.

He silent waits: content I cannot be;

Those intervening steps I would cross o'er;

"I will leave all; Lord, bid me come to Thee; Than all these things," I cry, "I love Thee more."

A thousand loves, all pure and holy, beam

From those dear eyes and ring within His voice; Thrilled with His power divine, I go; nor deein It sacrifice nor cross; my heart's own choice.

To step out on those angry, boisterous waves,

To meet my Lord, now that He bids me come, To tell the world the blood of Jesus saves,

And guide poor wanderers to the heavenly home.

To walk close by His side, e'en though that way In Afric's darkest wilds should lead my feet, And though my life should be as one short day; His hallowed presence maketh life complete.

Master, all else is gone; speak and I hear.
My undivided time and love are thine;
My worldly work and aims do disappear,

But Thou and all Thy promises are mine.