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_For two hours I struggled on, forsaken of God, and met neither God nor man, all one chilly afternoon. When at last, standing still and looking at Schiehallion clothed in white from top to bottom, this of David shot up into my heart: "Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow! " In a moment I was with God, or rather God was with me. I walked home with my heart in a flame of fire._
-ALEXANDER WHYTE, D. D.