hat is on

or before me, I know toriiyi\othing so

pure is the beautiful Mess Cattle' ' . :

to £4S,1RE it should be tliit this

beautit-o;4f4zs n Iý i : " *: '. I ' .

now Should fall on a sinner with nowhere

to go How stran'ge it'should be when the

night comes again 'If the snow and the

ice struckr m deperate brain I .'p1 - .a

I Faintin"'-freezing-dying alone! Too

wicked forprayer, too weak for amoan To

be beardin the streets of theocraz town,

Gone mad in the joy bf 'the" show coming

down ! ; :: '. I .. - :. , To be and to

die in my terrible woe,,. With a bed and

a shroud of the 'beautiful snow . .i. ,

. . .; , . Helpless andfoul astlie

trampled snow, SiAner,despair not!

Christstoopethlow .Td rescuete t soul

thatis lost in its sin, )'tlsu' to

iaise'it to life and enjoyment again;

Groaning-bleeding-dying for thee, The

Crucified hung on the accursed treeo!

His necelitsof mercy fdll softoin thine

ear. Isthere iiercy for.me! Will lie

heed my weak prayer ? Oh od'! in the

stream that for sinners did flow, I ; :

Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow