From the Life of George Whitefield.

IN the year 1740, the members of a drinking club had a negro boy attending them, who used to mimic people for their diversion. The gentlemen bid him mimic Mr. Whitefield, which he was very unwilling to do; but they insisting upon it, he stood up and said, “I speak the truth in Christ, I lie not; unless you repent, you will all be damned” (Luke 13:33I tell you, Nay: but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish. (Luke 13:3)). Through this unexpected speech, the club was entirely broken up.
Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield
To one distracted mind;
‘Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing, full supply.
Oh happy news! Oh joyful news!
The precious, precious blood
Of Christ, can bring the sinner nigh,
And give him “peace with God.”
Gold could not give the heart relief
The malefactor craved;
Ah, no! ‘twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith’s view of him who bleeding hung
A victim by his side,
He saw, he knew, he cried, he heard,
His soul was satisfied.
Oh happy news! Oh joyful news! &e.
Oh what can equal joy Divine!
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity.
Safe in the Lord, without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.
Oh happy news! Oh joyful news!