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How strange it should be that this beautiful snow

Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!

How strange should it be when night comes again

If the snow and ice struck my desperate brain.

; ' Fainting. - J

Freezing,

Dying alone,

Too wikced for prayer, too weak for a moan

To be heard in the streets of the crazy town.

Gone mad in the joy of the, snow coming down ;

To be and to die in my terrible, woe,

With a bed and a shroud of the beautiful snow.

Helpless and foul as the trampled snow,

Sinner, despair not ! Christ stoopeth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in its sin..

And raise it to life and enjoyment again ;

, Groaning,

. Bleeding,

Dying for thee,

The Crucified hung on the accursed tree :

His accents of mercy fell soft on thine ear,

Is there mercy for me, will He heed my prayer

O God ! in the stream that fdr sinners did flow

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.

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