Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see Him descending the sky.
Coming for me, for me."
The voices ceased, and for a moment Jasper stood, before opening the door, as the refrain echoed in his ear, "Seeking for Me, dying for me, calling for me." He would like to have been alone just then, to think it all over; but the lads were knocking for admittance, and he couldn't keep them outside, so the bolt was drawn, and in came the singers, cold indeed (for it was real Christmas weather), but full of spirits and cheeriness.
"How did you like our hymn, Mr. Jasper?" And Phil seated himself as close as possible to the stove.
"Very much, Phil; but there's one fault to find with it."
"What's that?"
"Why, 'twas too short by half; you should get hold of something longer. Why, I'd no sooner begun to listen than you stopped."
"We'll sing it again if you like."
"So do, then; but wait a bit till I'm settled in my chair all comfortable. Rob, there's just room for you to curl in there. Now we're all straight."