He has given me a mouth to praise him.

O Blair, think of his wonderful mercy, to take poor wicked Derry Duck into the kingdom of heaven." The boy's heart throbbed and swelled with joy and praise.

What was the changing of water to wine, or the calming of the stormy sea, compared to this marvellous miracle wrought in a living human soul?
"He to whom much is forgiven, loveth much," said our blessed Saviour; and in Derry this truth was abundantly verified.

The Christ whose blood could wash such as he, was a Lord for whom he was willing to suffer even unto death.

The mercy that could stoop to ransom such a transgressor, claimed an affection before which poor Derry's deep love for his earthly darling paled, as the things of time fade into insignificance before the things of eternity.
Blair had longed to see his rude shipmates forsaking their sins; he had prayed and wrestled in prayer for them.