Glory of God
At the end of that three days, I was driving home from High School. 'Twas a lonely country road, the woods stripped of their leaves and laden with snow stood bleak and gaunt on one side, the remains of last season's corn fields the other—even now I can visualize the scene. At last the burden was more than I could bear, and throwing up my hands I cried aloud: "Lord, God—be merciful to me, a sinner."
Immediately my burden was gone; the glory of God shone round about me; I had been born again. I was a new creature in Christ Jesus; old things had passed away, all things had become new; glory and joy swelled up in my heart and overflowed in praise from my lips, tears flowed down my cheeks and involuntarily I began to sing: "Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to Thee. Take my lips and let them sing always only for my King." (Lost & Restored - Centennial Ed., 1990, p. 125, emphasis added)
In Heaven at Jesus’ Feet
The more I praised my Lord, the nearer, the dearer, the more inexpressibly real He became. My soul was swept up on clouds of glory into the immediate presence of the Lord.
Oh, how I loved Him, how I adored and magnified His worthy name, promising to give Him my life, my love, my all, even as He had given Himself for me.
Each moment I could feel myself drawing nearer, nearer into His presence. My body trembled like a leaf in the wind beneath the heavenly gales of His glory: then slipped to the floor prostrate at His own dear feet.
"Oh, Master, I love Thee" my heart cried out. "Take me, use me, have Thine own way with this poor life of mine; I am only a school girl, dear Lord, I live on a Canadian farm but such as I am I give myself to Thee. Oh, Jesus, let me be an empty vessel for the Masters use made meet, fill me with Thy Spirit, take me up in Thine own hand and pour me out upon the dry and thirsty land!"
As I lay prostrate at His feet, billow after billow of indescribable glory rolled over my being till my poor heart was so full I could contain no more. My whole soul longed to praise Jesus;—then suddenly, out of my innermost being there began to flow rivers of praise, spoken in another tongue, as the Spirit gave me utternance. (Ibid., p. 127)