TUN MU WA SOJI
W. P. Mackay
This is the testimony of Scottish doctor, W. P. MacKay, author of "Revive Us Again." In his own words,
My dear mother had been a godly, holy woman, quite often telling me of the Savior, and many times I saw her on bended knee in prayer for my soul's salvation. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew, the more wicked I became...
One day a seriously injured man was brought into the hospital. His case seemed hopeless, he seemed to realize his condition for he was fully conscious and asked me how much time he had left to live. I gave him my opinion in as cautious a manner as I could.
"Have you any relatives whom we could notify?" I asked.
The patient shook his head. He had only one wish, it was to see his landlady because he owed her a small sum of money and also wished to bid her farewell. He also requested that his landlady send him "The Book..."
I went to see him on my regular visits at least once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression constantly on his face...After the man died, some things about his affairs were to be done in my presence.
"What shall we do with this?" the nurse asked holding a book in her hand.
"What kind of book is it?" I asked.
"The Bible of the poor man...As long as he was able to read it, he did so, and when he was unable to do so anymore, he kept it under his bed cover."
I took the Bible and-could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible! The Bible which my mother had given me when I left my parent's home, and which later, when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my mother's hand...
With a deep sense of shame I looked upon the precious Book. It had given comfort and refreshing to the unfortunate man in his last hours. It had been a guide to him into eternal life, so that he had been enabled to die in peace and happiness. And this book, the last gift to me from my mother, I had actually sold for a ridiculous price...
Be it sufficient to say that the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion.
--Source
| A yin O'lorun nitor'Omo 'fe Re Fun Jesu ti o ku to si lo soke Halleluyah, tire logo Halleluyah, Amin Halleluyah, Tire logo Tun mu wa soji A yin O'lorun f'emi imole Re To f'Olugbala han t'O mu 'mole wa Ogo ati'yin f'Odaguntan ta pa To mu gbogb'ese wa lo to w'eri wa nu Sa mu wa soji, f'ife Re k'okan wa K'okan gbogbo gbina fun ina orun |
We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love, For Jesus who died and is now gone above. Hallelujah! Thine the glory. Hallelujah! Amen. Hallelujah! Thine thee glory. Revive us again. We praise Thee, O God! For Thy Spirit of light, Who hath shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night. All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who hath borne all our sins, and hath cleansed ev’ry stain. Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. |
This is the testimony of Scottish doctor, W. P. MacKay, author of "Revive Us Again." In his own words,
My dear mother had been a godly, holy woman, quite often telling me of the Savior, and many times I saw her on bended knee in prayer for my soul's salvation. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew, the more wicked I became...
One day a seriously injured man was brought into the hospital. His case seemed hopeless, he seemed to realize his condition for he was fully conscious and asked me how much time he had left to live. I gave him my opinion in as cautious a manner as I could.
"Have you any relatives whom we could notify?" I asked.
The patient shook his head. He had only one wish, it was to see his landlady because he owed her a small sum of money and also wished to bid her farewell. He also requested that his landlady send him "The Book..."
I went to see him on my regular visits at least once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression constantly on his face...After the man died, some things about his affairs were to be done in my presence.
"What shall we do with this?" the nurse asked holding a book in her hand.
"What kind of book is it?" I asked.
"The Bible of the poor man...As long as he was able to read it, he did so, and when he was unable to do so anymore, he kept it under his bed cover."
I took the Bible and-could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible! The Bible which my mother had given me when I left my parent's home, and which later, when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my mother's hand...
With a deep sense of shame I looked upon the precious Book. It had given comfort and refreshing to the unfortunate man in his last hours. It had been a guide to him into eternal life, so that he had been enabled to die in peace and happiness. And this book, the last gift to me from my mother, I had actually sold for a ridiculous price...
Be it sufficient to say that the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion.
--Source
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