arpenter's confession and dedication has, in the original,
an exquisite tenderness, reflected also in the hymn[11] which he wrote
for family worship:--

"SERAMPORE, 12th Oct. 1802.

"To the brethren of the church of our Saviour Jesus Christ, our souls'
beloved, my affectionately embracing representation. The love of God,
the gospel of Jesus Christ, was made known by holy brother Thomas. In
that day our minds were filled with joy. Then judging, we understood
that we were dwelling in darkness. Through the door of manifestation
we came to know that, sin confessing, sin forsaking, Christ's
righteousness embracing, salvation would be obtained. By light
springing up in the heart, we knew that sinners becoming repentant,
through the sufferings of Christ, obtain salvation. In this rejoicing,
and in Christ's love believing, I obtained mercy. Now it is in my mind
continually to dwell in the love of Christ: this is the desire of my
soul. Do you, holy people, pour down love upon us, that as the
chatookee we may be satisfied.[12] I was the vilest of sinners: He hath
saved me. Now this word I will tell to the world. Going forth, I will
proclaim the love of Christ with rejoicing. To sinners I will say this
word: Here sinner, brother! Without Christ there is no help. Christ,
the world to save, gave his own soul! Such love was never heard: for
enemies Christ gave his own soul! Such compassion, where shall we get?
For the sake of saving sinners he forsook the happiness of heaven. I
will constantly stay near him. Being awakened by this news, I will
constantly dwell in the town of joy. In the Holy Spirit I will live:
yet in Christ's sorrow I will be sorrowful. I will dwell along with
happiness, continually meditating on this;--Christ will save the world!
In Christ not taking refuge, there is no other way of life. I was
indeed a sinner, praise not knowing.--This is the representation of
Christ's servant,

"KRISTNO."

Such is the first epistle of the Church of India. Thus the first
medical missionary had his reward; but the joy proved to be too much
for him. When Carey led Krishna and his own son Felix down into the
water of baptism the ravings of Thomas in the schoolhouse on the one
side, and of Mrs. Carey on the other, mingled with the strains of the
Bengali hymn of praise. The Mission Journal, written by Ward, tells
with graphic simplicity how caste as well as idol-worship was overcome
not only by the men but t