human
The brightness is all gone from me! I'm in doubt and fear. Oh, how can I ever find his face?--and how can he ever smile upon me who have rejected him?
gpt
Ye don't 'preciate de Lord, chile. Ye talks jes' as ef he was a man, an' could feel 'vengeful towards ye! Don't s'pose any _man_ could forgive ye, honey, but de bressed Lord is all lub,--Hagar knows _dat_,--an' Jesus died jes' as much fur ye as he did fur anybody. Ye's got to look to dat bressed Lord Jesus, an' ef ye looks hard 'nough, ye'll find him. Oh, Hagar t'anks de Lord frum de bottom ob her heart fur yer feelin' so to-night.
human
But I have not found him! He is hidden from me!
gpt
But ye will ef ye looks long enough! said Hagar, cheerfully;
human
Come, Hagar, this is no place for us. We will go in.