Once I was pure as tho Know, but I fell

Fell like a suowtlake, from heaven to hell

iell, to be trampled as filth in the street

Fell, to be scoffed at, spit on and beat;

Prai'ing, cursing, w ishing to die,

Selling my soul to whoever would buy,

Dealing in shame for a morsel of bread,

Hating the living and fearing tho dead.

WHERE COMFORT IS FOUND.

Do not give' up. One like unto

Son of God conies to you today, say­

ing,