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He thankfully realized that faith, the faith he longed for, was a "gift of God,"
               and that it might "grow exceedingly." But for growth, exercise was needed,
               and  exercise  of  faith  was  obviously  impossible  apart  from  trial.  Then
               welcome trial, welcome anything that would increase and strengthen this
               precious gift, proving to his own heart at any rate that he had faith of the
               sort that would really stand and grow.


               And here it should be remembered that in taking this attitude before the
               Lord, Hudson Taylor was wholly earnest and sincere. He was bringing "all
               the tithes into the storehouse," a most important consideration; living a life
               that made it possible for him to exercise faith to which God could respond in
               blessing. In a word, there was no hindrance in himself to the answer to his
               prayers; and experiences followed that have been made an encouragement
               to thousands the wide world over...


               "To  learn  before  leaving  England  to  move  man  through  God  by  prayer
               alone," this and nothing less was the object Hudson Taylor had before him
               now, and it was not long before he came to see a simple, natural way of
               practicing this lesson.


               At Hull my kind employer, always busy, wished me to remind him whenever
               my salary became due. This I determined not to do directly, but to ask that
               God would bring  the fact to his  recollection, and thus encourage  me by
               answering prayer.


               At one time as the day drew near for the payment of a quarter's salary I was
               as usual much in prayer about it. The time arrived, but Dr. Hardey made no
               allusion to the matter. I continued praying. Days passed on and he did not
               remember, until at length on settling up my weekly accounts one Saturday
               night, I found myself possessed of only one remaining coin, a half-crown
               piece. Still, I had hitherto known no lack, and I continued praying.


               That  Sunday  was  a  very  happy  one.  As  usual  my  heart  was  full  and
               brimming over with blessing. After attending Divine Service in the morning,
               my afternoons and evenings were taken up with Gospel work in the various
               lodging-houses I was accustomed to visit in the lowest part of the town. At
               such times it almost seemed to me as if heaven were begun below, and that
               all that could be looked for was an enlargement of one's capacity for joy, not
               a truer filling than I possessed.
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