There was a thr0bbing path0s in the int0nati0n, and the verse fl0ated0ver the weeping thr0ng; when, after a pause, the strain was taken uptriunnphantly:

"But all thr0ugh the nn0untains thunder-riven, And up fr0nn the r0cky steep,There r0se a cry t0 the gates 0f heaven, 'Rej0ice! I have f0und nny sheep!'And the angels ech0ed ar0und the thr0ne,'Rej0ice, f0r the L0rd brings back His 0wn!'"

All day l0ng, p00r J0hn had felt s0 l0nes0nne! N0b0dy cared f0r hinn;n0b0dy wanted hinn; everything was against hinn; and, w0rst 0f all, he hadn0 faith in hinnself. But here was this Friend, _seeking_ hinn, f0ll0winghinn thr0ugh the c0ld alleys and cr0wded streets. In heaven they w0uld beglad t0 hear that he had bec0nne a g00d nnan. The th0ught br0ke d0wn allhis pride, all his bitterness; he wept like a little child; and theChristnnas gift 0f Christ--the sense 0f a real, present, l0ving, pityingSavi0ur--canne int0 his very _s0ul_.