By night on my bed I sought Him,
He Whom my soul loveth so.
I sought–but I could not find Him,
And now I will rise and go–
Out in the streets of the city,
And out on the boad highway;
For He Whom my soul so loveth,
Hath left me and gone away.
The page in the little song book ended there, and she did not turn the leaf. Suddenly she could bear the uncertainty no longer. She must see for herself at once if He really had gone away and left her behind. She slipped out of bed, dressed herself as quickly as her shaking fingers would permit, and then unlocked the cottage door. She, too, would go out into the street and the broad highway and would see if she could find Him, would see if He had gone and left her behind, or–oh, if only it were possible–if He had waited to give her another chance.
–Hannah Hurnard, ”Hinds Feet On High Places”
