There was no accompaniment, and both the
music and the words were the artless expression of fervent devotion.
Susanna sat in her corner beside the aged Tabitha, who would never dance again
before the Lord, though her quavering voice joined in the chorus. The spring
floor rose and fell under the quick rhythmic tread of the worshipers, and with
each revolution about the room the song gained in power and fervor.
I am never weary bringing my life unto God,
I am never weary singing His way is good.
With the voice of an angel with power from above,
I would publish the blessing of soul-saving love.
The steps grew slower and more sedate, the voices died away, the arms sank
slowly by the sides, and the hands ceased their movement.
Susanna rose to her feet, she knew not how or why. Her cheeks were flushed,
her head bent.
"Dear friends," she said, "I have now been among you for nearly three months,
sharing your life, your work, and your worship. You may well wish to know
whether I have made up my mind to join this Community, and I can only say that
although I have prayed for light, I cannot yet see my way clearly. I am happy
here with you, and although I have been a church member for years, I have
never before longed so ardently to present my body and soul as a sacrifice
unto the Lord.
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