And while the mystery remained unsolved, the limpid clearness of her thought, the humble attitude of mind, the sympathy with doubt, and above all, the sweet and tender pathos that filled her voice, sent the class away humbled, subdued, comforted, and willing to wait the day of clearer light.

Not that they were done with Pharaoh and his untoward fate; that occupied them for many a day.
The class was closed with prayer and singing.

As a kind of treat, the last singing was a hymn and they stood up to sing it.

It was Perronet's great hymn sung to old Coronation, and when they came to the refrain, "Crown him Lord of all," the very rafters of the little church rang with the mighty volume of sound.

The Bible class always closed with a great outburst of singing, and as a rule, Ranald went out tingling and thrilling through and through.