The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-03-22
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WoMAN'S UNION MISSIONARY So
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LAMBERTvILLE, March 10, 50.
Mr.. EDITOR AT the recent meeting
in New York of the Woman's Union
Missionary Society, held on the occasion
OF their twenty-frst anniversary, after
reviewing the work accomplished in that
time, and giving the following amounts
raised by the Women's Boards of the
different churches for the year Presby-
terrain, $4,000; Baptist, $4,000; Ne
thodst, 1920, 000-themselyes an out
growth of the W. U. NJ. S., the speaker,
a representative of one of these Boards,
still felt that the claims of the parent So
ciety were strong then describing adeath
scene witnessed beside the Ganges-an
aged mother left there to die, while the
mud and ooze of the river crept slowly up
over her face-in loving allusion to the
Society, exclaimed, 1--WE cannot let our
Mother die that would be heathenish ~
Let all who would estimate Missionary
labor at its true value, contrast the fol
lowing prayer of a Hindoo widow who
does not yet know the Saviour, and still
gropes in the darkness of heather life and
customs, with the letter given below of a
little Hindoo girl, into whose heart "TLe
light of the glorious Gospel of Christ has
shined." No comment is needed-each
tells its own story.
4 HEATHEN woMAN's PRAYER.
o Lord, hear my prayer No one has
turned an eye on the oppression that we
poor women suffer, though with weeping,
and crying, and desire we have turned to
all sides, hoping that some would save US.
No one has lifted up his eyelids to look
upon us, or inquire into our case. We
have searched above and below, but Thou
art the only One who wilt hear our CON-
plant. Thou knowest our impotence,
our degradation, our disiaonor. Q Lord,
inquire into our case. For ages dark ig-
norance has brooded over our minds aud
spirits like cloud of dust IL rises and
wraps us round, and we are like prisoners
in an old and Wondering house, choked
and buried in the dust of custom, and we
have no strength to 40 out. Bruised and
beaten, we are like the dry husks of the
sugar-cape when the sweet juice has been
extracted. All-knowing God, hear our
prayer, forgive our sins, and give us power
of escape, that we may see something of
Thy world. o Father, when shall we be
set FREQ from this Jail? For what sin have
we been born TO live la this prison? From
Thy throne Of judgment justice flows, but
it does not reach us in this, our life long
misery, only injustice comes near us. o
Thou Hearer of Prayer, if we have sinned
against Thee, forgive but we are too
ignorant to know what sin is. Must the
punishment Of sin fall on those who are
too ignorant to know what tits? Ogreat
Lord, our name Is written with drunk
ards, with lunatics, with imbeciles, with
the very animals; as they are not respon-
sible, we are not. Criminals confined in
the iails for life arc happier than we, for
they know something OF Thy world.
They were not born in prison, but we
have not for one day-no not even in our
dreams--seen Thy world; to us 1t is
nothing but name and not having seen
| Thy world we cannot know Thee, its
Maker Those who have seen Thy works
may learn to understand Thee, but for
us, who are shut in, it is not possible TO
| learn to know Thee. We see only the
| four walls Of the house. Shall we call
them the world or India? We have been
/ born in this Jail; we have died here, and
are dying. y Father of the world, hast
thou not created usa Or has, perchance,
some other god made us2 Dost Thou
care only for men? Hast Thou no thought
| for us women? Why hast Thou created
us male and females o Almighty, hast
Thou not power to make us other than
we are, that we, too, might have some
share In the comforts of this life? The
cry of the oppressed is heard even in the
world. Then canst Thou look upon our
victim hosts and shut Thy doors of JUS
tice? OGod, Almighty and Unapproach-
able, think upon Thy mercy, which is like
a vast sea, and remember us. o Lord,
save us, for we cannot bear our hard lot !;
many of us have killed ourselves, aud we
are still killing ourselves. Q God of
mercy our prayer to Thee is this, that
the curse may be removed from the women
of India. Create In the hearts of the men
some sympathy, that our lives may no
longer be passed in vain longing, that,
saved by Thy mercy, we may taste some
thing of the joys of life.
LITERAL TRANSLATION OF A LETTER
WRITTEN by A LITTLE HINDoo GIRL.
To Miss B. S..
to you many salams and kisses send.
am very happy about the playthiags--
the little fishes you sent to me, and send
to you very many thanks for them.
have become Christian. have placed
faith in Jesus, and He has come into my
heart to live, and am very happy.
have been baptized In His name, and
have become Christ's disciple, and His
love has filled my heart.
MY first name, Bhemis, was after an
idol named, to whom was no ears, Oh
mouth butmy Christian name, Presthee,
means loce.
wish Preethee to become. For this
you prayer for me do.
have come into Gods family, and am
His child. feel much pleasure.
Jesus In ME great, great mercy has done,
aud on me great love does, and In my
mind such bring.
to sin dead am. but to God, alive am,
and if trust, He all conquers for me
My prayer is, 80 God, in me clean
heart do" and my faith is, He clean heart
makes.
By His blood me He has bought, / sins
servant should not be. / to my people
God story of love wish TO tell, and that
all my people in such darkness sitting
may see light Ia Jesus face.
You for me prayer do, and l for you
will pray.
And you one day in Gods beautiful
house will see, and in your face will look.
In much love,