<TITLE>18. Par 60-61</TITLE>L-60 And about that time, a gun fired. The whiskey jug busted in the man's hand. A little old disfigured looking fellow walked out of the canyon. He was wanted. He's a gangster, said, "Just a minute, Tim." Said, "I come from the state of Kentucky too." Said, "I promised my mother I never would drink." He said, "I been standing here waiting till you got real good and drunk, and then I was going to knock them every one on the head and take what money they had on them, hunters." Said, "That's what I was standing here for. But when I heard your testimony, something spoke to my heart." Said, "I'm sorry I broke my promise to mama." Said, "But when my pistol echoed through the great big canyons of heaven, she heard me sign a pledge, I'll never drink it again from this time on." Said, "This is my time to quit."

L-61 I've often thought of that. There is a fountain filled with blood (No matter if you run down this old dim trail) drawn from Immanuel's veins, where sinners plunged beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stains. That's how you do it. Plunge beneath the flood, lose all their guilty stains.
Here's another song that I love real well. I'm sure you all know it:
 My Faith Looks Up To Thee,
 Thou Lamb of Calvary,
 Saviour divine;
 Now, hear me while I pray,
 Take all my guilt away,
 And let me from this day
 Be wholly Thine!
You know it? You love it? Let's sing it then. Let's stand as we sing it.
 My Faith Looks Up To Thee,
 Thou Lamb of Calvary,
 Saviour divine;
 Now hear me while I pray,
 Take all my guilt away,
 O let me from this day
 Be wholly Thine!
 While life's dark maze I tread,
 And grief around me spread,
 Be Thou my Guide;
 Bid darkness turn to day,
 Wipe sorrow...

