<TITLE>26. Par 191-198</TITLE>L-191 You like them old songs? And I like this too.
Down at the cross where my Saviour died,
Down there for cleansing from sin I cried;
Oh, there to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
Glory to His name! (His precious Name)
Oh, glory to... (Let's just close our eyes now and sing it.)
Oh, there to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within,
There at the cross where He took me in;
Glory to His name!
Glory to His name! (that precious Name)
Glory to His name! (precious Name)
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
Now, while we sing this next verse, shake hands with somebody in front of you, back of you, sides of you.
Come, to this fountain so rich and sweet;
Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet;
Oh, plunge in today, and be made complete;
Glory to His name!
Glory to His name! (that precious Name)
Glory to His precious name!
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
Oh, I love that. Don't you?
Glory to His... (precious Name)
Glory to His name! (Glory.)
... to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His name!
Oh, my. I'm so happy for that. Aren't you? So glad that I can come to this Fountain so rich and sweet, cast my poor soul at the Saviour's feet.

L-195 I remember one day as a little boy, about eighteen years old, running from the Lord. I went out west; I wanted... My father was a rider, and I wanted to go out and break the horses. There was something hungering in my heart. Oh, I tell you.
I went down to the Baptist preacher; he said, "Stand up and just say, Jesus is the Son of God; we'll put your name on the book." That didn't satisfy me.
Everywhere I went somebody... The Seventh-day Adventists, went to see him, a fine man, Brother Barker, lovely brother; he said, "Billy, come and accept the Lord's sabbath." (I have now.) But he said, "The sabbath day..." And I thought, "Oh, my, that just still don't do it." You see?

L-198 I went out west, and I thought... Got way back up there that night; we was on the roundup. And, you know, you took your saddle off and your camp bag, and laid it out, and use your saddle for a pillow. And I was laying back up under them old pine trees that night. I was on day watch, and so the night boys was out bringing the cattle down. And there was an old guy called "Slim," from Texas, he had a--a guitar there and he was playing:
... Glory to His name!
And another guy there had a comb with a piece of paper, blowing through it. [Brother Branham hums, "Glory to His Name"--Ed.] They had been singing other songs, cowboy ballads, and got singing that "Down at the Cross."
My, I turned over, put my blanket up over my head like this. I looked back out, you know; it looked like them stars was hanging right down there close to the top of them trees in them mountains. That old everlasting whisper of them pines; I could hear Him holler, "Adam, where art thou?"


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