But I 'eard the voice of 'Im Who died on the Cross, an' saw I was rushin' 'eadlong to 'ell.

An' 'Is blood washed all my sins away, an' made me whiter than snow.

Whiter than snow, friends--whiter than snow! An' 'E'll do the same fer you if yer will only come an' be saved.

Oh, can't yer 'ear the voice of Jesus callin' to yer to come an' live with 'Im in 'Is blessed mansions in the sky?
Oh, come tonight an' find salvation!" His arms were outstretched in a passionate gesture of appeal, his rough voice vibrated with emotion, the common face flamed with the ecstasy of the fanatic.

When he stopped for breath or wiped the sweat from his face, the Army spurred him on with cries of "Hallelujah! Amen!" as one pokes a dying fire.
The Lieutenant, who was the comedian of the company, met with a grin of approval as he faced the ring of torches like an actor facing the footlights, posing before the crowd that had gathered, flashing his vulgar conceit in the public eye.