A lawyer from the West sank so low as to be­come a tramp on the streets of New York. He was fif­ty-four years old and a home­less, pen­ni­less wretch. As he stum­bled by the Flor­ence Mis­sion one night the win­dows were open and he stopped a mo­ment to list­en to the sing­ing…It came like the voice of God to him. His ear­ly train­ing had been Christ­ian, and he thought he would go in. He did so, and as he took his seat, they were sing­ing the se­cond verse…He real­ized that this was a truth­ful pic­ture of his own life, and list­ened to the third verse…Deep­ly con­vict­ed, he jumped to his feet and said, “I will yield, I will seek the Sav­ior’s side.” He was con­vert­ed, and at­tend­ed the meet­ings reg­u­lar­ly. He se­cured good em­ploy­ment, wrote to his fam­i­ly, and be­com­ing re­con­ciled to his wife and child­ren, he re­turned West to the old home, where he lived as an ear­nest Christ­ian.