The eyes of those near to him and far from him were alike
fixed upon the pastor's face.
But as soon as they sang again he experienced the same sensations
again, felt a conviction that the hymn was aimed directly at him.
"Lord, when Thy Spirit deigns to show
The badness of our hearts,
Astonished at the amazing view,
The Soul with horror starts.
"Our staggering faith gives way to doubt,
Our courage yields to fear;
Shocked at the sight, we straight cry out,
'Can ever God dwell here?'
"None less than God's Almighty Son
Can move such loads of sin;
The water from his side must run,
To wash this dungeon clean."
"Now, I think," said Mr. Osborn, "it is fairly lighting-up time, and
that no one can accuse us of being extravagant if we call for the
match-boxes. Brother Maghull, please get to work. And, yes, you too,
Brother Hartley, if you will. You're always a dab at regulating them."
Then the lamps were lighted; two or three men going round to do the
work, the congregation generally assisting as much as they were able,
while the pastor, watching all operations, made genial comments.
"Thank you. Now we begin to see who's who, and what's what.
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