Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away our stain.”
No one interrupted. Cohen could not, for the thrall of some strange, new power was upon him. His wife was furious—but kept her fury bottled up. The children were delighted, they loved to hear their aunt sing, and to the amaze of their father and mother—they joined in the singing, for, with other children, they had often of late been to the evening meeting for Jewish children. And Zillah, who had talked with them, believed that they loved the Christ.
Without a break, the three voices sang on:
“But Christ the Heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer Blood than they.
“My faith would lay her hand
On that meek head of Thine,