You,  perhaps,  will  say :  "  You  don't  mean  to  say
you  are  perfect ;  that  you  never  commit  sin."  I
don't  know  as  I  shall  get  out  of  this  pulpit  before
the  devil  strikes  me  somewhere,  with  some  vile
insinuation  ;  tempts  me.  You  will  say :  "  What  will
you  do  ?  "  I  will  not  run  around  and  tell  you  what
an  awful  sinner  I  am.  I  will  tell  you  what  I  am
going  to  do.  I  am  going  to  sing :

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ;
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood,

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains.
Now,  my  dear  brother,  let  me  tell  you,  such  is  the


320         PROM  EARTH  TO  HEAVEN.
