Hallelujah! 'tis done; I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

Though the pathway be lonely and dangerous too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through--
Hallelujah! etc.

The words and music are both by P.P. Bliss.

THE NINETY AND NINE.

The hymn was written by Mrs. Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane at Melrose,
Scotland, early in 1868. She was born in Edinburgh, June 10, 1830, and
died of consumption, Feb. 19, 1869. The little poem was seen by Mr.
Sankey in the _Christian Age_, and thinking it might be useful, he cut
it out. At an impressive moment in one of the great meetings in
Edinburgh, Mr. Moody said to him in a quiet aside, "Sing something."
Precisely what was wanted for the hour and theme, and for the thought in
the general mind, was in Mr. Sankey's vest pocket. But how could it be
sung without a tune? With a silent prayer for help, the musician took
out the slip containing Mrs. Clephane's poem, laid it on the little
reed-organ and began playing, and singing. He had to read the
unfamiliar words and at the same time make up the music. The tune
came--and grew as he went along till he finished the first verse. He
remembered it well enough to repeat it with the second, and after that
it was easy to finish the hymn. A new melody was born--in the presence
of more than a thousand pairs of eyes and ears. It was a feat of
invention, of memory, of concentration--and such was the elocution of
the trained soloist that not a word was lost. He had a tearful audience
at the close to reward him; but we can easily credit his testimony,

"It was the most intense moment of my life."

In a touching interview afterwards, a sister of Mrs. Clephane told Mr.
Sankey the authoress had not lived to see her hymn in print and to know
of its blessed mission.

The first six lines give the situation of the lost sheep in the parable
of that name--

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold;
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

And, after describing the Shepherd's arduous search, the joy at his
return is sketched and spiritualized in the concluding stanza--

But all through the mountains, thunder-riven,
And up from the rocky steeps
There arose a cry to the gate of heaven,
"Rejoice! I have found my sh