(Jod and iwyself I have lost Dy my un;

The veriest wretch tbat goes sfbivtrmg ly,

W'iil make a wide sweep iest 1 wander 0 o

ngb, ,

For all that is on or above iae I know,

Xbere is nothing that's pare as the beautiful

Hov.- strar.ee it should bo that this beautify

Should fail on a shmer with nowhere to go!

JJow st range it should be wiien mguc comes

Tftb- snow and th ice struck n:v desperate

Fabiting freein: dying alone, brain,

Too weak for pra'ver, too weak for a moan

j o bo lio.tt d in tbo struts of tl.ft crazy town

Gone ntr.il in the joy of snow coining down ;

To b and to die ia'my terrible woe,

With a bad and a shroud of the beautiful

snow.

Flelpless and foul a-? the trampled snow,

Sinner, despair not, Christ stoopeth low

To rescue the soul that is lost in sin,

And raise it to life and enjoyment again,

Groaning bleeding, dy ing for thee,

Th-' Crucilied lumg on the cursed tree!

His accents of mercy fell s.ft on thine ear,

Is the A' mercy for nie,? Will he hear my

weak prayer?

O, God! in the stream that lor sinners oid

flow,

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.