"Jesus, Thou art all compassion,"
which brought the tears to his eyes.
"Another," he said, briefly, when her voice ceased.
"Yes, Mr. Lambert, I'll sing a favorite hymn, which I am sure you will like.
"'Lord, lead the way the Saviour went
By lane and cell obscure,
And let love's treasures still be spent,
Like His, upon the poor.
Like Him through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world's sad weight,