Once f waa pare aa the snow, bat I fen ;

Feli like tha aaow-dakas, from heaven to hall ;

Fall to be trampled as fl 1th in the street ;

Fell Is be scoffed, to be spit an aad best.­

Pleadiag, Cundng,

Dreading to die;

falling my son! to whoever would boy;

Pealing- la shame for a morsel of bread;

Hating tfas living, and fearing the dead.

Merciful Ood! Have I Mien so low t

Aad yet I waa oaoe like the beautiful snow !

Ones I was fair as the, beautiful mow.

With aa aye like a crystal, a heart like its glow;

Once I waa loved for my innocent grace

Fettered aad aoaghtforthe charms af my face.

- Father,

- Mother,

bister, all,

Ood aad myself I have toot by my foil.

The veriest wretch that goes shivering by,

Will make a wide swoon last I wander too nigh ;

Far all that ia oa er above me, I know

There's nothing that's pure as the beautiful snow.

'tow strange it should be, that this beautiful snow

Hhoatd foil oa aaiaoer with nowhere to go !

IIow Strang should it be, when aight comes again.

If the snow aad the ice struck my desperate brain '

Fainting,

Fwetlng, -- -

Dying alone,

-tlrwieamw'Sa aaa awaeei aa ass tiSaj

Ooae aud ia the joy of the snow coming down;

To fa aad to die In my terrible Nna,

With a bed aail a shroud oftfae beaatifal anew.

ev

Helpless sad foci as the trampled soow,

Siuaer. despair not! Christ ataapeta low

To rescue the soul that is lost In its si n,

Aud raise it to life aud enjuyment again, .

Omaatagi

Bleeding,

Dying for thee, ,

The OueHled bang on the accursed tree,

lias accents of mercy fell soft on thiae ear

Im there asarey for sae 1 Will He bead my prayer?

O Oe4 ' la the abeam that for sinners did flow,

Wash me, aud 1 shall be whiter than snow.