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raise, praise to the Lord!' An' I begun to feel such a love in my soul as I never felt before,--love to all creatures. An' then, all of a sudden, it stopped, an' I said, 'Dar's de white folks, that have abused you an' beat you an' abused your people,--think o' them!' But then there came another rush of love through my soul, an' I cried out loud,--'Lord, Lord, I can love EVEN DE WHITE FOLKS!' "Honey, I jes' walked round an' round in a dream. Jesus loved me! I knowed it,--I felt it. Jesus was my Jesus. Jesus would love me always. I didn't dare tell nobody; 't was a great secret. Everything had been got away from me that I ever had; an' I thought that ef I let white folks know about this, maybe they'd get HIM away,--so I said, 'I'll keep this close. I won't let any one know.'" "But, Sojourner, had you never been told about Jesus Christ?" "No, honey. I hadn't heerd no preachin',--been to no meetin'. Nobody hadn't told me. I'd kind o' heerd of Jesus, but thought he was like Gineral Lafayette, or some o' them. But one night there was a Methodist meetin' somewhere in our parts, an' I went; an' they got up an' begun for to tell der 'speriences; an' de fust one begun to speak. I started, 'cause he told about Jesus. 'Why,' says I to myself, 'dat man's found him, too!' An' another got up an' spoke, an I said, 'He's found him, too!' An' finally I said, 'Why, they all know him!' I was so happy! An' then they sung this hymn": (Here Sojourner sang, in a strange, cracked voice, but evidently with all her soul and might, mispronouncing the English, but seeming to derive as much elevation and comfort from bad English as from good):-- 'There is a holy city, A world of light above, Above the stairs and regions,* Built by the God of Love. "An Everlasting temple, And saints arrayed in white There serve their great Redeemer And dwell with him in light. "The meanest child of glory Outshines the radiant sun; But who can speak the splendor Of Jesus on his throne? "Is this the man of sorrows Who stood at Pilate's bar, Condemned by haughty Herod And by his men of war? "He seems a mighty conqueror, Who spoiled the powers below, And ransomed many captives From everlasting woe. "The hosts of saints around him Proclaim his work of grace, The patriarchs and prophets, And al
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