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Rh me cold all over; seems to me as if some one were pouring cold water down my back." But Nelly answered nothing; her attention was attracted to a gentleman who stood alone on a platform with a book in his hand. Nelly thought his voice was strangely musical as he read the words—

"Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, Q my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide: Oh, receive my soul at last."

Then all the people stood up to sing, and the children thought they had never heard anything half so sweet before. Great tears welled up in Nelly's brimming eyes and rolled down her cheeks; though if any one had asked her why she wept, she would not have been able to tell.

Then followed a prayer full of devout thanksgiving and of earnest pleading. Then came another hymn—

"Would Jesus have a sinner die? Why hangs He then on yonder tree? What means that strange expiring cry? Sinners, He prays for you and me: Forgive them, Father, oh! forgive; They know not that by Me they live."

And once more the congregation stood up to sing. Nelly was even more affected than during the singing of the previous hymn, and while they sang the last verse—