Palhully to Ootacamund — John Welsh Dulles

“Not all the blood of beastsOn Jewish altars slain,Could give the guilty conscience peace,Or wash away the stain.

“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 handOn that dear head of thine,—While like a penitent I stand,And there confess my sin.

“My soul looks back to seeThe burdens thou didst bear,When hanging on the cursed tree,And hopes her guilt was there.

“Believing, we rejoiceTo see the curse remove;We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,And sing his bleeding love."

“In foreign realms and lands remote,Supported by thy care,Through burning climes I passed unhurt,And breathed in tainted air.”