And Deacon Gramps had slipped under the outer edge of the arbor, where he sat on a low bench with his elbows on his knees and chewed his tobacco most vigorously.
Evangelist Blank, himself, led in prayer.

His prayer, like himself, was simple, but mighty.

It ran something like this: "O Lord of heaven and earth, we thank thee for this hour.

We have come here in thy name; we plead no worthiness and no efficiency of our own.
Thy blood and thy grace is all our plea.

We would not thrust ourselves into thy holy presence on any human merits.