IRA D. SANKEV 
 

 MY LIFE AND THE STORY 
 OF THE GOSPEL HYMNS 
 
 oind of SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS 
 
 By IRA D. SANKEY 
 
 With an Introduction by 
 THEODORE L. CUYLER 
 
 PHILADELPHIA 
 P. W. ZIEGLER CO. 
 
Copyright, 1906, by The Sunday School Times Company. 
 
 Copyright, 1907, by The Sunday School Times Company. 
 
 Entered at Stationers' Hall, London, 1906. 
 
 Entered according to the Act of Parliament of Canada, in the 
 
 year 1906, by The Sunday School Times Company 
 
 at the Department of Agriculture. 
 
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INTRODUCTION 
 
 The deep interest I have always taken in the sub- 
 ject of hymnology, and my warm personal affection 
 for the author of this volume, are my warrant for be- 
 speaking for it a warm and hearty welcome. If ever a 
 man was raised and endowed for a special work by 
 our Divine Master, that man is Ira D. Sankey. His 
 work has been of a twofold character. Before his day 
 psalms and hymns and spiritual songs had always 
 been an important part of the services of religious 
 worship throughout Christendom. 
 
 But he introduced a peculiar style of popular 
 hymns which are calculated to awaken the careless, 
 to melt the hardened, and to guide inquiring souls to 
 the Lord Jesus Christ. In the next place, he sang 
 these powerful revival-hymns himself, and became 
 as effective a preacher of the gospel of salvation by 
 song as his associate, Dwight L. Moody, was by ser- 
 mon. The multitudes who heard his rich and inspir- 
 ing voice in "The Ninety and Nine," "Jesus of 
 Nazareth Passeth By" and "When the Mists Have 
 Rolled Away" will testify to the prodigious power with 
 which the Holy Spirit gave him utterance. While he 
 has had many successors, he was the pioneer. 
 
 This position which our beloved Brother Sankey 
 holds before the whole Christian world fitted him to 
 prepare such a volume as this valuable addition to 
 
 ill 
 
iv Introduction 
 
 hymnology. It is the simple but sublime story of the 
 quickening, converting and sanctifying power of sacred 
 song. It adds a new and thrilling chapter to the tri- 
 umph of the Cross. It is a precious legacy by a faith- 
 ful veteran of Jesus Christ to his fellow-soldiers in all 
 lands who are battling for the cause and crown of the 
 glorious Captain of our salvation, and who "wait for 
 his appearing." 
 
 Theodore L. Cuyler. 
 
 Brooklyn, New York, 
 November^ igo^. 
 
I 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 Since Moses and the children of Israel, on the 
 shore of the Red Sea, sang of their deliverance from 
 the hand of Pharaoh, saying : '* I will sing unto the 
 Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and 
 his rider hath he thrown into the sea," there has 
 never been any great religious movement without the 
 use of sacred song. Luther set all Germany ablaze 
 with religious enthusiasm as he sang his magnificent 
 hymn, "Ein' Feste Burg," in which Melanchthon and 
 multitudes of Christian soldiers joined. In later 
 years the church of God was thrilled by the sermons 
 of John Wesley and the songs of his brother Charles, 
 whose hymns are more extensively used throughout 
 Christendom than any others. After the Wesleys 
 came Charles G. Finney, who, although he did not 
 use the service of song as much as others, yet as a 
 preacher was one of the mightiest men of his day. 
 Later came E. P. Hammond, the children's evan- 
 gelist, who gave the praise service an especially im- 
 portant place in his work. 
 
 Then, in 1873, God was pleased to send Mr. 
 Moody and myself to Great Britain, where a work 
 
vi Preface 
 
 of grace was begun that has continued until the pres- 
 ent day. About the same time Whittle and Bliss were 
 doing a remarkable work in the United States, Bliss 
 becoming one of the greatest song-evangelists of that 
 age. For the last two or three years we have had the 
 splendid campaign of Torrey and Alexander in Aus- 
 tralia, Great Britain and America. In their work the 
 prominent feature has been the use of praise, their 
 most popular hymn being "The Glory Song," which 
 perhaps is the most generally used Gospel song of 
 the day. 
 
 We all agree with what Dr. Pentecost has said re- 
 garding the power of sacred song : "I am profoundly 
 sure that among the divinely ordained instrumental- 
 ities for the conversion and sanctification of the soul, 
 God has not given a greater, besides the preaching of 
 the Gospel, than the singing of psalms and hymns and 
 spiritual songs. I have known a hymn to do God's 
 work in a soul when every other instrumentality has 
 failed. I could not enumerate the times God has 
 rescued and saved my soul from darkness, discourage- 
 ment and weariness by the singing of a hymn, gener- 
 ally by bringing one to my own heart and causing me 
 to sing it to myself. It would be easy to fill many 
 pages with interesting facts in connection with the use 
 of hymns in the public worship of the house of God. 
 I have seen vast audiences melted and swayed by a 
 
Preface vii 
 
 simple hymn when they have been unmoved by a pow- 
 erful presentation of the Gospel from the pulpit." 
 
 For many years past I have been collecting and 
 writing up the history of hymns, and incidents con- 
 nected with their composition and their use by Mr. 
 Moody and myself, as well as by others ; but in 1901, 
 when the manuscript of these stories was almost com- 
 pleted, it was unfortunately destroyed in the fire that 
 devastated the great Sanitarium at Battle Creek, 
 Michigan, where I was at that time a guest of my 
 friend Dr. J. H. Kellogg. In view of the regret which 
 was expressed by my friends over this loss, and the 
 interest taken by the people who sing our hymns, I 
 decided to rewrite the story from memory, as far as I 
 was able. 
 
 I am indebted to the Rev. John Julian, the Rev. 
 S. W. Duffield and the Rev. E. S. Lorenz, from whose 
 works I have collected some dates and incidents ; also 
 to my faithful secretary, Mr. Charles G. Rosewall, for 
 aid in compiling and writing this book. In the prep- 
 aration of the old original manuscript I was espe- 
 cially indebted to my friend, Mr. Oliver H. Shiras, 
 for his able assistance. 
 
 Ira D. Sankky, 
 
 Brooklyn, New York, 
 January, 1906. 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Portrait of Ira D. Sankey. 
 
 Frontispiece 
 
 Portrait of D. L. Moody .... 
 Mr. Sankey in Spurgeon's Tabernacle, London 
 Mr. Sankey at the Organ .... 
 Front View of Mr. Sankey's Brooklyn Home 
 Side View of Mr. Sankey's Home 
 Mr. Sankey's Home at Northfield 
 Portrait of James McGranahan 
 Portrait OF John R. Sweney .... 
 Portrait of George C. Stebbins 
 
 Portrait of P. P. Bliss 
 
 Portrait of Wm. G. Fischer .... 
 Portrait of Major D. W. Whittle 
 Portrait of Hubert P. Main 
 Portrait of Robert Lowry .... 
 Moody and Sankey Planting Trees in Scotland 
 Portrait of Sir Arthur Sullivan . 
 Portrait of Fanny J. Crosby .... 
 Portrait of W. H. Doane .... 
 Portrait OF D. B. Towner .... 
 Portrait of Charles M. Alexander 
 Portrait of W. J. Kirkpatrick 
 Mr. Sankey with Egyptian .... 
 Moody and Sankey with the Northfield Choir 
 
SANKEY'S STORY 
 OF HIS OWN LIFE 
 
SANKEY^S STORY OF HIS 
 OWN LIFE. 
 
 I was born in the village of Edinburg, on the 
 Mahoning River in Western Pennsylvania, August 
 28, 1840. 
 
 The first hymn I remember having heard was 
 from the lips of my beloved mother, when, as a child, 
 she sang me to sleep with the strains of that sweet 
 old hymn : 
 
 "Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber. 
 Holy angels guard thy bed." 
 
 As a boy, it was one of my chief joys to meet 
 with other members of our family around the great 
 log fire in the old homestead, and spend the long 
 winter evenings singing with them the good old 
 hymns and tunes of the church, which was the only 
 music we had in those days. When at home, my 
 father would frequently join us in these evenings of 
 sacred song, singing a splendid bass, while other 
 members of the family carried the other parts. In 
 this way I learned to read music, and when I was 
 about eight years old I could sing correctly such tunes 
 as St. Martin's, Belmont, Coronation, etc. 
 
 The church to which I belonged was situated 
 
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14 Sankeys Story 
 
 several miles from our home, but my fondness for 
 singing led me to be a regular attendant. 
 
 I received the usual school privileges which fell 
 to the lot of boys and girls of those days. The very 
 first recollection I have of anything pertaining to a 
 holy life was in connection with a Mr. Frazer. I recall 
 how he took me by the hand and led me with his own 
 children to the Sunday-school held in the old school- 
 house. I shall remember this to my dying day. He 
 had a warm heart and the children all loved him. It 
 was not until some years after that I was converted, 
 at the age of sixteen, while attending revival meetings 
 at a church known as The King's Chapel, about three 
 miles from my home, but my first impressions were 
 received from that man when I was very young. 
 
 In 1857 our family removed to Newcastle, where 
 my father assumed the presidency of the bank. Here 
 I attended the high school, where every opportunity 
 was given to study such of the higher branches as the 
 student might have a taste for, and later I took a posi- 
 tion in the bank. On arriving at Newcastle I joined 
 the Methodist Episcopal Church. Soon I was elected 
 superintendent of the Sunday-school and leader of the 
 choir. 
 
 When I first took charge of the singing it was 
 thought by many of the church members that the use 
 of an organ, or any kind of musical instrument to 
 
Of His Own Life 15 
 
 accompany the voices of the singers, was wicked and 
 worldly. The twanging of an old tuning-fork on the 
 back of a hymn-book was not objected to, nor the 
 running of the whole gamut in subdued voice to find 
 the proper key, nor the choir trying to get the proper 
 note to their respective parts in the never-to-be- 
 forgotten, "Do, Mi, Sol, Mi, Do," before beginning the 
 hymn. For several years we kept on in this way, 
 but by and by we found that the majority were in 
 favor of having an organ in the choir. I shall never 
 forget the day on which the organ was first intro- 
 duced. I had the honor of presiding at the instru- 
 ment, and I remember well how carefully I played the 
 opening piece. Only one or two of the old members 
 left the church during the singing. It was reported 
 that an old man who left the church on account of 
 the introduction of the organ, was seen on his dray 
 the next day, driving through the main street of the 
 town, seated on the top of a large casket of rum, sing- 
 ing at the top of his voice : 
 
 "A charge to keep I have," etc. 
 
 It was here that I began to make special use of 
 my voice in song, and in this way, though uncon- 
 sciously, I was making preparation for the work in 
 which I was to spend my Hfe. 
 
 When about twenty years of age I went to Farm- 
 ingtown, Ohio, to attend a musical convention, con- 
 
1 6 Sankefs Story 
 
 ducted by Mr. Bradbury. On my return home, my 
 father said to mother: ''I am afraid that boy will 
 never amount to anything ; all he does is to run about 
 the country with a hymn-book under his arm." 
 Mother repHed that she would rather see me with a 
 hymn-book under my arm than with a whisky bottle 
 in my pocket. 
 
 In the spring of i860, on the call of President 
 Lincoln for men to sustain the Government, I was 
 among the first in Newcastle to have my name en- 
 rolled as a soldier. My company was sent to Mary- 
 land. Religious services were held in the camp, and 
 I often led the singing. I soon found several other 
 young men who could render the same service. In 
 a short time the people around us also learned that 
 there were some singers in the Union camp, and we 
 were frequently invited out by families who had heard 
 of the singing of the "boys in blue." 
 
 I remember with what astonishment the Southern 
 people heard some of our soldier boys play the piano 
 in their beautiful homes. The singing of some of the 
 old-time "home songs" seemed to dispel all feeling 
 of enmity. We were always treated with the utmost 
 hospitality and kindness, and many friendships were 
 formed that lasted until long after the war was ended. 
 I organized a male choir in the company to which I 
 belonged, and we would frequently be called upon to 
 
Of His Own Life i / 
 
 assist the chaplain in conducting the religious services 
 of the camp. 
 
 At the expiration of my term as a soldier I did 
 not re-enter the army, but returned to Newcastle to 
 assist my father, who had been appointed by Abraham 
 Lincoln as a collector of internal revenue. 
 
 In 1863, on the 9th of September, I married a 
 member of my choir — Miss Fanny V. Edwards, a 
 daughter of the Hon. John Edwards. She has been a 
 blessing and a helpmate to me throughout my life and 
 in all my work. 
 
 My services as a singer were utilized in Western 
 Pennsylvania and Eastern Ohio for Sunday-school 
 conventions and political gatherings. In 1867, when 
 I was twenty-seven years old, a branch of the Young 
 Men's Christian Association was organized at New- 
 castle, of which I was at that time elected secretary 
 and later president. The first meetings were held 
 in a small hired room. From that modest begin- 
 ning, by the help of God, I was later enabled to give 
 to the city a Young Men's Christian Association build- 
 ing, including gymnasium, library and bathrooms, in 
 all costing more than $40,000, by means of money 
 realized from the sale of "Gospel Hymns." Not far 
 from this building, on Jefferson street, I bought a 
 beautiful lot for my old church, on which to erect a 
 new structure, and later I assisted Bishop Vincent to 
 
1 8 Sankefs Story 
 
 raise the necessary funds, so that the new church was 
 dedicated without any debt. My father and mother 
 were members of this church until they passed away. 
 
 In 1870, with two or three others, I was ap- 
 pointed a delegate to the International Convention of 
 the Association, to be held at Indianapo:is that year. 
 
 For several years I had read in the religious 
 press about Mr. Moody, and I was therefore pleased 
 when I learned that he would be at the convention, 
 being a delegate from the Chicago Association. For 
 a couple of days I was disappointed in n Mther seeing 
 nor hearing him. At several of the annual conven- 
 tions prior to this occasion, it had been the custom to 
 select Moody as chairman, but now it was decided 
 that some one else should occupy the chair, and 
 Moody therefore took a seat among the other dele- 
 gates on the floor. However, late on a Saturday 
 afternoon, it was announced that Moody of Chicago 
 would lead a six o'clock morning prayer-meeting in 
 the Baptist Church. I was rather late, and therefore 
 sat down near the door with a Presbyterian minister, 
 the Rev. Robert McMillan, a delegate from my own 
 county, who said to me, ''Mr. Sankey, the singing 
 here has been abominable ; I wish you would start up 
 something when that man stops praying, if he ever 
 does." I promised to do so, and when opportunity 
 offered I started the familiar hymn, "There is a 
 
D. L. MOODY 
 
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 fountain filled with blood." The congregation joined 
 heartily and a brighter aspect seemed to be given to 
 the meeting. 
 
 At the conclusion of the meeting Mr. McMillan 
 said to me : "Let me introduce you to Mr. Moody." 
 We joined the little procession of persons who were 
 going up to shake hands with him, and thus I met for 
 the first time the man with whom, in the providence 
 of God, I was to be associated for the remainder of 
 his life, or nearly thirty years. 
 
 Moody's first words to me, after my introduction, 
 were, "Where are you from? Are you married? 
 What is your business?" Upon telling him that I 
 lived in Pennsylvania, was married, had two children, 
 and was in the government employ, he said abruptly, 
 "You will have to give that up." 
 
 I stood amazed, at a loss to understand why the 
 man told me that I would have to give up what I con- 
 sidered a good position. "What for?" I exclaimed. 
 
 "To come to Chicago and help me in my work," 
 was the answer. 
 
 When I told him that I could not leave my busi- 
 ness, he retorted, "You must; I have been looking 
 for you for the last eight years." 
 
 I answered that I would think the matter over; 
 but as yet I had no thought of giving up my position. 
 He told rae about his religious work in Chicago, and 
 
22 Sankeys Story 
 
 closed by saying that the greatest trouble in connec- 
 tion with his meetings was the matter of the singing. 
 He said he could not sing himself, and therefore had 
 to depend upon all kinds of people to lead his service 
 of song, and that sometimes when he had talked to 
 a crowd of people, and was about to "pull the net," 
 some one would strike up a long meter hymn to a 
 short meter tune, and thereby upset the whole meet- 
 ing. Mr. Moody then asked me if I would go with 
 him and pray over the matter, and to this I consented 
 — out of politeness. After the prayer we parted, and 
 I returned to my room, much impressed by Mr. 
 Moody's prayer, but still undecided. 
 
 The next day I received a card from Mr. Moody 
 asking if I would meet him on a certain street corner 
 that evening at six o'clock. At that hour I was at 
 the place named, with a few of my friends. In a few 
 minutes Moody came along. 
 
 Without stopping to speak, he passed on into a 
 store near by, and asked permission to use a large 
 store-box. The permission was granted; he rolled 
 the box into the street, and, calling me aside, asked 
 me to get up on the box and sing something. 
 
 "Am I a soldier of the cross?" soon gathered 
 a considerable crowd. After the song, Mr. Moody 
 climbed up on the box and began to talk. The work- 
 ingmen were just going home from the mills and the 
 
Of His Own Life 23 
 
 factories, and in a short time a very large crowd had 
 gathered. The people stood spellbound as the words 
 fell from Moody's lips with wonderful force and 
 rapidity. When he had spoken for some twenty-five 
 minutes he announced that the meeting would be 
 continued at the Opera House, and invited the people 
 to accompany us there. He asked me to lead the 
 way and with my friends sing some familiar hymn. 
 This we did, singing as we marched down the street, 
 "Shall we gather at the river." The men with the 
 dinner pails followed closely on our heels instead of 
 going home, so completely were they carried away by 
 the sermon from the store-box. 
 
 The Opera House was packed to the doors, and 
 Moody first saw that all the workingmen were seated 
 before he ascended to the platform to speak. His 
 second address was as captivating as the one delivered 
 on the street comer, and it was not until the delegates 
 had arrived for the evening session of the convention 
 that Mr. Moody closed the meeting, saying, "Now we 
 must close, as the brethren of the convention wish to 
 come in to discuss the question, 'How to reach the 
 masses.' " Here was a man who could successfully 
 reach the masses while others were talking about it. 
 
 When Mr. Moody again brought up the question 
 of our going into the work together, I was still unde- 
 cided. After a delay of over six months, and much 
 
24 Sankeys Story 
 
 urging on Mr. Moody's part, I consented to spend a 
 week with him. 
 
 I arrived in Chicago one bright morning about 
 daylight, and after a hasty breakfast proceeded at 
 once to Mr. Moody's home, on the north side of the 
 city. Immediately on entering the house, and with- 
 out any preliminaries or introductions to such mem- 
 bers of his family as were present, he asked me if I 
 would not sit down at the organ and lead the singing 
 for the family devotions. After the services were 
 over and I had been introduced to his family, he 
 said: "I am going to spend the day in visiting a lot 
 of sick people, and I want you to go with me and 
 sing for them." In the first home we visited we 
 found a sick mother with a very large family, who 
 were all very glad to see Mr. Moody, who at once 
 took a seat by the bedside, saying: ''I am going to 
 read a few words from the Bible, bat first I want my 
 friend, Sankey, to sing a little hymn for you." I sang 
 "Scatter Seeds of Kindness," which was quite popular 
 in those days. This hymn, which was the first one I 
 sang for Moody, on joining him in Chicago, in 1871, 
 was the last one I sang for him, twenty-eight years 
 later. This was at the last pubHc meeting we held 
 together, which was in Brooklyn, in the church of the 
 Rev. Richard M. Storrs, D. D., in September, 1899. 
 
 Besides visiting the sick, we spent the week in 
 
Of His Own Life 25 
 
 holding a number of meetings in the Illinois Street 
 Church, of which Moody was the founder and leader, 
 noon prayer-meetings in the business part of the city, 
 some evangelistic services in different churches, and 
 concluded the week with a mass meeting in Farwell 
 Hall. This meeting he opened with a congregational 
 hymn, and while it was being sung, he said to me : "I 
 am going to speak on 'The Prodigal Son,' and I want 
 you to sing one of the songs I heard you sing at 
 Indianapolis, 'Come home, O prodigal child.' " I 
 replied : "But I have no organ with which to accom- 
 pany myself." Pointing his finger over his shoulder 
 at the great three thousand dollar organ at the rear 
 of the platform, he said : "Isn't that enough for you ?" 
 I replied that it was too large, and too far away, and 
 that if I used it, I would have to turn my back to the 
 audience while singing, and that the song so rendered 
 would not am.ount to anything, nor did I think that the 
 German gentleman who had been playing the organ 
 could accompany me in the way in which I should like 
 to render the hymn. Moody then said : "Give him a 
 book, and teil him how you want it played." This I 
 did. Later en when Moody suddenly finished his ad- 
 dress, which was one of great power, he looked at 
 me and said : "Mr. Sankey will now sing a solo for us, 
 and let it be perfectly still while he sings." I arose 
 quickly, and turned around to indicate to the organist 
 
26 Sankefs Story 
 
 that I was ready, but to my horror, he had not yet 
 returned from the quiet smoke which he was in the 
 habit of enjoying in a back room while Moody was 
 preaching. I stepped to the front of the platform and 
 sang the song as best I could without any musical 
 accompaniment. I have always remembered that 
 song, as beifig the first sacred solo sung by me in one 
 of Mr. Moody's large evangelistic meetings. 
 
 As I was about to leave the city for my home the 
 next morning, Mr. Moody said : "You see that I was 
 right; your singing has been very helpful in all the 
 meetings, and I am sure you ought to come to Chi- 
 cago at once, and give up your business." 
 
 When arriving home, I consulted my pastor, 
 rather hoping that he would advise me not to go, but 
 when he, as well as all my friends, was of the opinion 
 that it was my plain duty to go, I sent my resignation 
 to Mr. Hugh McCullough, at that time Secretary of 
 the Treasury, and the position which I had held was, 
 at my request, given to a "bucktail" soldier who had 
 escaped from Libby Prison. 
 
 We thus commenced work together in Chicago in 
 the early part of 1871, singing and praying with 
 the sick, speaking and singing at the daily noon 
 prayer-meetings, and other work, until Mr. Moody's 
 church was destroyed in the Chicago fire. 
 
 Sunday evening, October 8, 1871, we were hold- 
 
Of His Own Life 27 
 
 ing a meeting in Farwell Hall, which was crowded 
 to the doors. At the close of his address Mr. Mood}/ 
 asked me to sing a solo, and standing by the great 
 organ at the rear of the platform I began the old, 
 familiar hymn, " To-day the Saviour calls." By the 
 time I had reached the third verse, 
 
 "To-day the Saviour calls: 
 
 For refuge fly; 
 The storm of justice falls. 
 And death is nigh," 
 
 my voice was drowned by the loud noise of the fire 
 engines rushing past the hall, and the tolling of bells, 
 among which we could hear, ever and anon, the deep, 
 sullen tones of the great city bell, in the steeple of 
 the old court-house close at hand, ringing out a 
 general alarm. 
 
 Tremendous confusion was heard in the streets, 
 and Mr. Moody decided to close the meeting at once, 
 for the audience was becoming restless and alarmed. 
 As the people dispersed, I went with Mr. Moody down 
 the small back stairway leading into the old Arcade 
 Court, and from our position there we watched the 
 reflection of the fire, half a mile away, on the west 
 side of the city, as it cast its ominous glare against the 
 sky. After a few moments we separated, I to go over 
 the river to where the fire was raging, and he to his 
 
28 Safikeys Story 
 
 home on the North Side. We did not meet again for 
 more than two months. 
 
 On reaching the scene of the fire I found a whole 
 block of small frame buildings burning fiercely, and 
 I assisted in tearing down some board fences, to try 
 to keep the fire from spreading to the adjoining 
 territory. While thus engaged, the wind from the 
 southwest had risen almost to a hurricane, and the 
 flying embers from the falling buildings were quickly 
 caught up and carried high upon the roofs of the 
 houses adjoining, which were soon in flames. Thus 
 the fire spread from building to building, and from 
 block to block, until it seemed evident that the city 
 was doomed. All this time the fire was moving towards 
 Farwell Hall and the business center of the city. 
 
 I now gave up the fight, and made haste to re- 
 cross the river, hurrying back to my quarters — my 
 living room and office — in the Farwell Hall Building. 
 The fire followed so rapidly that several times I had 
 to shake the falling embers from my coat. Arriving at 
 the hall, I gathered up a number of belongings which 
 I especially wished to save, and, placing them close 
 to the door of my office, went out to find a convey- 
 ance so as to transfer them to a place of safety. Tt 
 was now between ©ne and two o'clock in the morning, 
 and not a carriage or truck could be found. 
 
 While still looking for a conveyance I saw in the 
 
Of His Own Life 29 
 
 distance, coming up Clark Street, a horse attached 
 to an express wagon, running at full speed, without a 
 driver, and ten or fifteen men running after it trying 
 to capture the animal. I made a dash for the flying 
 steed, but in turning from one street into another he 
 slipped and fell, and in a moment a crowd of men 
 were on top of him, each claiming the right of posses- 
 sion. Not caring to share in the contest, I returned 
 to the hall, and commenced the task of carrying my 
 effects toward Lake Michigan, half a mile distant. 
 
 On the way to the lake I passed the present loca- 
 tion of the Palmer House, then being erected, the 
 foundation of which had only been built to the level 
 of the street. Believing that the rooms and under- 
 ground passages would afford a temporary place of 
 security for some of my things, I walked on a plank 
 down into the cellar, and hid two large valises in the 
 darkest corner I could find. As yet, only a few people 
 were moving out of their homes in this section of the 
 city, and, as I noticed the seeming indifference of those 
 who had come to the windows of their houses, I called 
 out to them to escape for their lives, as the city was 
 doomed to destruction. Some became alarmed; 
 others only laughed. 
 
 I returned to the hall for another load of my be- 
 longings, and after securing all I could carry, started 
 in a more direct route for the lake, the streets being 
 
30 Sanke^s Story 
 
 lighted up by the glare of the oncoming conflagration. 
 After getting about half-way to the shore, I stopped 
 and deposited my burden on the front steps of a fine 
 residence I was passing, thinking I would soon return 
 and find them there. Again, for the third time, I went 
 back to my rooms, and, gathering up a few more arti- 
 cles, started for the stone steps. I found, however, 
 on reaching the house, that the things I had left there 
 were covered several feet deep with other people's 
 belongings, and I never saw them again. 
 
 By this time the people were fully awake, rushing 
 about the street, or anxiously looking out of their 
 windows and from the tops of their houses in the 
 direction of the fire. I could not help thinking of the 
 Bible story of the destruction of the Cities of the Plain 
 in the long ago, as many still made light of those who 
 said the city would be destroyed. The air was filled 
 with flying sparks of fire, resembling a spring snow- 
 storm, when the sky is filled with huge, falling flakes. 
 
 As I pressed on, two men carrying a sick man on a 
 stretcher overtook me. After passing a short distance 
 ahead, they stopped and laid him by the side of the 
 street, as the invalid, being quite sure the city would 
 not be destroyed, did not wish to be carried farther. 
 As soon as the carriers had been paid oflf and dis- 
 charged I employed them to assist me in carrying 
 my effects to the lakeside ; but before we reached our 
 
Of His Own Life 33 
 
 destination, in looking southward, they saw that the 
 fire was sweeping through the southeastern section of 
 the city, where they lived. Dropping my goods in the 
 middle of the street, and without waiting for com- 
 pensation, they rushed away to secure their own 
 homes. 
 
 Again I secured help, and at last reached the lake, 
 where I deposited my trunks and possessions close by 
 the edge of the water, with the thought that if the 
 flames came to the edge of the lake I would walk into 
 the water and be saved from the heat. Remember- 
 ing my first attempt at carrying my goods away from 
 Farwell Hall, I returned to the Palmer House block, 
 to secure, if possible, my first cargo, very much fear- 
 ing that the things would not be there when I reached 
 the place, as I thought some night wanderer might 
 have noticed my leaving them and appropriated them 
 to his own use. Much to my joy, I found them still 
 there, and carried them away to the lake. 
 
 By this time I was greatly exhausted, and almost 
 famished for want of water, that along the shore not 
 being fit to drink. I asked another refugee, who was 
 in like case with myself, watching his little store of 
 precious things, if he would look out for mine while I 
 returned into the city to get some water to drink. 
 The man consenting, I went back to Wabash Avenue, 
 one of the finest residential streets in the city, and, 
 
34 Sajikey's Story 
 
 entering one of the large houses, asked if I might have 
 some water. I was told to go into the rear of the 
 building and get all I wished. I found a faucet, but, 
 on attempting to draw water, air rushed out instead. 
 This was my first intimation that the water works, 
 two miles to the northward, had been destroyed. A 
 few minutes later I heard a terrific explosion, which 
 seemed to shake the city, and was told that the city 
 gas works had blown up. 
 
 Things began to look very desperate — no v/ater, 
 no light in the houses, and the city in flames ! I made 
 my way back again to the lake and, wrapping myself 
 in a great overcoat, lay down behind one of the large 
 trunks which I had saved. Thus sheltered from the 
 wind, I slept for an hour. On awaking I could hear 
 the rush and roar of the fire coming nearer and 
 nearer. The sun, slowly rising out of the waters of 
 the lake, seemed like a red ball of fire. The wind had 
 not fallen, and huge waves were breaking on the 
 shore at my feet. 
 
 I now felt that I must have water to drink, and, 
 after wandering along the shore for some distance, 
 found some small rowboats, and asked a man near by, 
 who seemed to be their owner, if I might have one 
 to go out into the lake for fresh water. *' Yes," he 
 said ; " if you can manage the boat you can have it, 
 as we are not likely to have much more boating in this 
 
Of His Own Life 35 
 
 section for some time to come." So I took possession 
 of one, and rowed down to where my goods were de- 
 posited. Rolling them on board, I made my way out 
 into the lake, passing through the piling on which 
 the railway was built, in front of the city. After get- 
 ting my boat through the piling, I rowed out far 
 enough to find fresh water. Then, tying my boat to 
 some timbers that were being used for the erection of 
 a new breakwater, I climbed up on the pile of lumber 
 and for several hours watched the destruction of the 
 city. Every few minutes a loud explosion was heard. 
 I afterwards learned that these were caused by the 
 blowing up of buildings— by order of General Sheri- 
 dan, who was in the city at the time— so as to form 
 a barrier against the fire and prevent its spreading to 
 the southward. 
 
 It was interesting to watch the tramps and thieves 
 carrying away on their backs large bales of silk and 
 satin goods which they had taken from the burning 
 stores in the wholesale district. Most of them fol- 
 lowed the railway track southward, not knowing that 
 at the place where the track reached the land a com- 
 pany of fire insurance agents were waiting with open 
 arms to relieve them of their burdens. 
 
 The day wore away, but the city was still burning, 
 and, as the sun was sinking in the west, a song came 
 into my mind which I had been singing a few days 
 
36 Sankefs Story 
 
 before in Mr. Moody's large Sunday-school on the 
 North Side, and I sang it through as I sat there, with 
 the waves beating about me. The first verse was as 
 follows : 
 
 "Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, 
 Nearer and nearer comes the breakers' roar; 
 
 Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge? 
 Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o'er." 
 
 I finally determined to get back to land, but was 
 not aware of the fact that the riding of my boat upon 
 the waves had almost sawn asunder the line with 
 which it was attached to the timber. As I jumped 
 into the boat the line broke, and I was swept out into 
 the lake, the waves sweeping over my little craft. 
 For a moment I was in real danger of being lost, but 
 I soon had the boat under control, and, after a few 
 moments of hard work, reached the shore in safety. 
 
 I then secured a drayman, who for the sum of ten 
 dollars agreed to carry me and my effects to the un- 
 burned end of the Fort Wayne & Chicago Railway 
 if he could find it. He succeeded. I checked my 
 goods for my home in the East, secured some refresh- 
 ments at a near-by restaurant, and went back into the 
 burnt district. Farwell Hall was gone, and every 
 building in that part of the city had disappeared. 
 The paved streets, covered with hot bricks and long 
 coils of burnt and twisted telegraph wire, told some- 
 
Of His Own Life 37 
 
 thing of the awful story. Most of the substance of 
 these great buildings had actually been carried away 
 by the hot air into the water of Lake Michigan. 
 
 After seeing something of the fearful destruction 
 wrought by the conflagration, I made my way through 
 the heated streets to the railway, and took an out- 
 going train for my home in Pennsylvania. As we 
 left the city it seemed as though the whole country 
 was on fire ; in all directions we could see huge banks 
 of flame sweeping across the prairies, and the air was 
 filled to suffocation with smoke. 
 
 I was soon able to telegraph home of my safety 
 and speedy return. It seemed as though this would 
 end my work in Chicago, but two months later Mr. 
 Moody telegraphed me to return and help him in the 
 new temporary "Tabernacle," which had by that time 
 been erected. On my return to Chicago I learned 
 that Mr. Moody, after reaching his home on the North 
 Side, had aroused his sleeping neighbors, assisted men 
 and women into conveyances, and urged them to flee 
 for their lives. As the billows of fire came nearer 
 and nearer, Mr. Moody, with his wife and children, 
 made his way into the northwestern district to a place 
 of safety beyond the fire Hne. Before leaving her 
 home Mrs. Moody took down from the wall an oil 
 painting of her husband and asked him to carry it 
 with him ; but he declined, saying that he did not thin|< 
 
38 Sankey's Story 
 
 it would look well for him to be running through the 
 streets of Chicago with his picture in his arms at such 
 a time ! Speaking of the fire to a friend some time 
 later, Mr. Moody remarked : 
 
 ''All I saved was my Bible, my family and my 
 reputation." 
 
 We continued to hold services and to help the 
 poor and needy who had lost everything in the fire. 
 We slept together in a corner of the new Tabernacle, 
 with nothing for a bed but a single lounge, and fre- 
 quently the fierce prairie winds would blow the drift- 
 ing snow into our room. 
 
 During these busy months Mr. Moody was always 
 soliciting help from his friends, for the purpose of 
 rebuilding the church which had been destroyed by 
 fire. I mention the following, as a characteristic inci- 
 dent of his skill in securing money: While walking 
 with him one day along one of the principal streets 
 of the city, we met one of his old acquaintances, and 
 abruptly Moody said to him : "Look here, my friend, 
 I am glad to see you, and I want one thousand dol- 
 lars from you to help rebuild my church on the North 
 Side." The man looked at him in amazement, and 
 retorted : "I can't give it to you ; I haven't got a thou- 
 sand dollars." Mr. Moody quickly replied : "Well, you 
 can borrow it." The gentleman was so amused and 
 impressed with the earnestness of the petitioner that 
 
Of His Own Life 39 
 
 he at once said : "All right, Mr. Moody, Til send you 
 a check to-morrow," which he did. 
 
 In October of 1872 I moved my family to Chi- 
 cago, and in the same year Mr. Moody went on his 
 second trip to England, leaving me in charge of the 
 work at the Tabernacle, assisted by Major Whittle, 
 Richard Thain, Fleming H. Revell, and others. 
 There were conversions in the church and Sunday- 
 school every week. 
 
 After Mr. Moody's return we accepted an invita- 
 tion to go to Springfield, Illinois, to hold services, 
 which were attended with great blessing. Indeed, it 
 seemed that if we had remained and thus worked in 
 our own country a great revival would have taken 
 place. On our way to Springfield the train stopped 
 at a station near Chicago, where a great crowd was 
 assembled on the platform. Mr. Moody sat by an 
 open window. Near by stood a tall, gaunt-looking 
 countryman, with his hands in his pockets, looking 
 at Mr. Moody through the window. Mr. Moody asked 
 him what the crowd meant, and the man replied : 
 
 " Oh, the folks have just come down to see the 
 cars." 
 
 " Did you know that General Grant was on the 
 train ? " Mr. Moody inquired. 
 
 " Oh, is he ?" the man exclaimed. 
 
 Mr. Moody, with a smile, told him that he was 
 
40 Sankefs Story 
 
 not. Quite nonplussed, the man walked down the 
 platform a little way, but returned in a little while and 
 said: 
 
 " Hello, Mister ! We had a great time in town 
 last night." 
 
 " How was that ? " asked Mr. Moody. 
 
 "There was a woman here, and they wouldn't 
 bury her." 
 
 "Why wouldn't they bury her?" Mr. Moody 
 asked. 
 
 " Because she wasn't dead," the man smilingly 
 answered, to the great amusement of his friends. 
 
 Mr. Moody turned to me and said : "Sankey, put 
 that window down ! " 
 
 About this time my friend Philip Phillips re- 
 turned from Europe, where he had been singing for 
 one hundred nights in succession. He came to Chi- 
 cago and stopped with me. He made a very enticing 
 offer, including a large salary and all expenses, if I 
 would go with him to the Pacific coast and there assist 
 him in his services of song. I wouldn't promise any- 
 thing until I had spent some hours in consultation and 
 prayer with my friend, Mr. Moody ; the result was that 
 I remained with him. 
 
 in June, 1873, we sailed for England, Mr. Moody 
 takmg his wife and children with him, and my wife 
 
Of His Own Life 41 
 
 accompanying me, having left our two children with 
 their grandparents. 
 
 The only books that I took with me were my 
 Bagster Bible and my " musical scrap-book," which 
 contained a number of hymns which I had collected 
 in the past years, ajid many of which, in the provi- 
 dence of God, were to be used in arousing much re- 
 ligious interest among the people in the Old Country. 
 The voyage was uneventful, but of great interest to 
 our little party. Mr. Moody, shortly after leaving 
 Sandy Hook, for good and sufficient reasons retired 
 to his berth, where he remained for the larger part 
 of the voyage. I had the good fortune to escape 
 seasickness, and was able to partake of my regular 
 three meals a day. Mr. Moody would frequently 
 send his ship steward over to my side of the ship to 
 ascertain how I was getting on, and suggesting a 
 large number of infallible remedies for seasickness. 
 
 On arriving at Queenstown, the vessel stopped 
 for a short time, to land and receive mail. Among 
 some letters which Mr. Moody received was one in- 
 forming him that both the men who had invited us 
 to come to England, the Rev. William Pennefather, a 
 minister of the Established Church of London, and 
 Mr. Cuthbert Bainbridge, a Wesleyan, and a promi- 
 nent merchant of Newcastle-on-Tyne, were dead. 
 
 Turning to me, Mr. Moody said, "Sankey, it 
 
42 Sankey's Story 
 
 seems as if God has closed the door for us, and if he 
 will not open it we will return to America at once." 
 
 The next day we landed in Liverpool^ strangers 
 in a strange country, v/ithout an invitation, without a 
 committee, and with but very little money. The situa- 
 tion was anything but cheerful.^ I have always felt 
 that God was, by this strange providence, calling upon 
 us to lean wholly upon him in any work in which we 
 might be permitted to engage. We had no friends to 
 meet us, and at once we made our way to the North- 
 western Hotel, where we spent the night. 
 
 As Mr. Moody was looking over some letters 
 which he had received in New York before sailing, 
 and which had remained unread, he found one from 
 the secretary of the Young Men's Christian Associa- 
 tion at York, asking him if he ever came to England 
 again, to come there and speak for the Association. 
 " Here is a door," said Moody to me after reading 
 the letter, " which is partly open, and we will go there 
 and begin our work." 
 
 The next morning we left Liverpool, Mr. Moody 
 taking his family to London, where Mrs. Moody, 
 being born in England, had a sister. I, with my wife, 
 went to Manchester, to the home of my greatly be- 
 loved friend, Henry Morehouse, whom I had met in 
 Chicago. 
 
 After three days* stay in London Mr. Moody 
 
Of His Own Life 43 
 
 went to York, where I joined him. On arriving there I 
 went to the home of Mr. George Bennett, Honorary 
 Secretary of the Young Men's Christian Association, 
 who had invited us to come to York, and, on inquir- 
 ing if Mr. Moody had arrived, was told that he was 
 in the room directly overhead. When Moody saw 
 me he said, laughingly : "Our friend here is very much 
 excited over our arrival, and says that he did not 
 expect us so soon, and that he does not think this 
 will be a good time to commence meetings, as all the 
 people are away at the seaside." I was struck with 
 the fact that notwithstanding these unpropitious cir- 
 cumstances, Mr. Moody did not show the slightest 
 sign of disappointment or anxiety. After talking over 
 the situation for a while, we called for Mr. Bennett, 
 who was busy dispensing his medicines in his drug 
 store below, and asked him if he could get the use 
 of a chapel for our meetings. He at once secured 
 permission to use an Independent Chapel. On his re- 
 turn he requested me to write out the following notice : 
 
 EVANGELISTIC SERVICES. 
 D. L. Moody of Chicago will preach, and Ira D. 
 Sankey of Chicago will sing, at 7 o'clock P. M. to- 
 morrow, Thursday, and each succeeding evening for 
 a week, in the Independent Chapel. All are welcome. 
 No collection. 
 
 The first meeting was attended by less than fifty 
 
44 Sankey's Story 
 
 persons, who took seats as far away from the pulpit as 
 possible. I sang several solos before Mr. Moody's 
 address, and that was my first service of song in Eng- 
 land. It was with some difficulty that I could get the 
 people to sing, as they had not been accustomed to 
 the kind of songs that I was using. 
 
 Although this, the first meeting of the long cam- 
 paign, was not especially well received by the con- 
 gregation, it gave Mr. Moody an opportunity to an- 
 nounce his noonday prayer-meetings and Bible meet- 
 ings, which were to follow. The noonday prayer- 
 meetings were held in a small upper room (reached 
 through a dark passage-way), where the Y. M. C. A. 
 held their meetings. Only six persons attended the 
 first of these meetings. But these meetings were 
 the beginning of days with us — the rising of the cloud 
 of blessing, not larger than a man's hand, but which 
 was soon to overshadow us with plenteous showers, 
 and often with floods upon the dry ground. 
 
 It was at one of these noonday meetings that a 
 young minister, pastor of the leading Baptist church 
 of the city, his face lighted up with a light which I had 
 not often witnessed before, rose and said : "Brethren, 
 what Mr. Moody said the other day about the Holy 
 Spirit for service is true. I have been preaching for 
 years without any special blessing, simply beating the 
 air, and have been toiling hard, but without the power 
 
Of His Own Life 45 
 
 of God upon me. For two days I have been away 
 from the meetings, closeted with my Master. I think 
 he has had the victory over my arrogance and pride, 
 and I beHeve I have made a full surrender of all to 
 him, and to-day I have come here to join you in wor- 
 ship, and to ask you to pray for me." 
 
 This confession and testimony was the rod in 
 God's hand that smote the rock in the desert of doubt 
 and unbelief at York. From that day the work took 
 a new start, and soon there were hundreds of souls 
 crowding the inquiry rooms. We were invited to hold 
 services in this young pastor's chapel, and a large 
 number were taken into his church. From that day 
 on marvelous success has attended his preaching, and 
 his name has become almost a household word in 
 the Church at large. He has visited the conventions 
 at Northfield for many years, and has conducted 
 meetings of ministers in many of the leading cities 
 of this country. His books have had an enormous 
 circulation, and together with his addresses have 
 been most helpful, not only to ministers of the gospel, 
 but to Christian workers of all denominations. This 
 young preacher, the Rev. F. B. Meyer, B. A., will 
 ever be held in grateful remembrance by tens of 
 thousands in this and other lands. 
 
 On his way from London to Northfield this year 
 (1907), Dr. Meyer paid me a most delightful visit on 
 
46 Sankey's Story 
 
 a Sunday afternoon. We talked over the old times 
 at York, London, Leicester and other places, and I 
 sang for him, "There'll be no Dark Valley When 
 Jesus Comes," and after praying with me, he promised 
 to call and see me again. 
 
 From that small beginning in York the attend- 
 ance at our meetings continued to increase, until not 
 less than twenty thousand persons attended the meet- 
 ings at the Agricultural Hall, London. 
 
 The first public mention of our arrival in England 
 was as follows : 
 
 " Mr. D. L. Moody has just arrived from Chicago 
 with his family, and is accompanied by a Christian 
 brother, who leads the singing at the meetings after 
 
 the manner of our friend, Philip Phillips 
 
 Last Lord's Day he preached in Independent and 
 Wesleyan Chapels, in York, and we believe that he 
 intends to continue a while in the north of England, 
 
 and then go to Scotland " 
 
 Our sacred songs continued to grow in popu- 
 larity, and I was continually beset with requests for 
 the loan of my " musical scrap-book," in which alone 
 could be found the songs that were then being sung 
 as solos at our meetings. For a while I permitted 
 many of my friends to have them, but soon found 
 that it would be impossible to continue doing so, as 
 persons having my book failed to return it in time for 
 
Of His Own Life 47 
 
 the meetings, thus preventing me from using the 
 desired hymns at the services. To overcome this 
 difficulty I had the words of a number of hymns 
 printed on small cards. I hoped that these cards 
 would supply the demand for the song, but as soon 
 as the congregation observed that the cards were 
 given out free to applicants, a rush was made for the 
 platform, and the supply was exhausted the first day. 
 I could not afford to continue this plan, and it was 
 evident that something else had to be done. Having 
 received a number of complaints from persons who 
 had purchased copies of the "Hallowed Songs," which 
 we were using in the meetings, that that book con- 
 tained but a very few of the solos the people so much 
 desired, I made an effort to have the publishers of 
 that book print a few of the most popular pieces and 
 bind them in the back of future editions of that book. 
 This offer the publishers respectfully declined, saying 
 that Philip Phillips, the compiler of the book, was -in 
 California, and that they did not care to make any 
 alterations without his permission. I wrote them 
 again, saying that I was an intimate friend of Mr. 
 Phillips, and that I was sure he would be very glad 
 to have this addition made to his book, but again the 
 offer was declined, and here the matter rested for a 
 while. 
 
 Among the many requests we had by this time 
 
48 Sankeys Story 
 
 received from towns in the vicinity, was a very urgent 
 one from a large watering place on the north shore 
 of England. We accepted the invitation and ex- 
 pected to go, but a few days before the time appointed 
 for our start, a deputation of ministers called upon 
 us, asking if they might not recall their invitation, 
 giving as the reason, that the attendance at our meet- 
 ings was so very large, it would no doubt interfere 
 somewhat with the "penny collections," which they 
 were in the habit of receiving from visitors during the 
 summer season, and on which they relied very largely 
 for the necessary funds to carry on the work for the 
 balance of the year. Notwithstanding that Moody 
 was well aware that they were making a mistake, he 
 allowed them to withdraw the invitation, as we had 
 many others in hand, and there was lost to that town 
 an opportunity which never returned. A number of 
 petitions were brought to us from this place, urging 
 us to come and hold meetings, but we were never 
 able to do so. 
 
 Among other invitations was one from a minister 
 at Sunderland, the Rev. A. A. Rees. Mr. Moody, 
 fearing that in this case there might also be some 
 trouble in regard to " penny collections," sent me to 
 the place to learn the situation. Mr. Rees met me at 
 the station, and I remained with him over night. 
 During the evening he made a number of inquiries 
 
Of His Own Life 49 
 
 about Mr. Moody, and said that a year or so ago he 
 had met a man in Ireland with the name of Moody, 
 and that if this was the same man, he desired very 
 much to have him come and preach in his chapel. His 
 reason for this was, that in the home of a Mr. Bewley, 
 he had been assigned to share a bedroom with Mr. 
 Moody, and before retiring Moody suggested that 
 they have evening devotions, and that he had never 
 heard anything that equaled Mr. Moody's prayer and 
 burning desire for a greater knowledge of God's 
 Word and power to preach it. On assuring him that 
 this was the same man, it was at once settled that we 
 should come the next week, and that there should be 
 no " penny collections " to interfere with the work. 
 
 Almost immediately after arriving Mr. Rees 
 requested me to go with him to the home of Mr. 
 Longstafif, treasurer of Mr. Rees' chapel, and the man 
 who many years afterward wrote the hymn, " Take 
 time to be holy." On entering the parlor I discov- 
 ered an American organ in a corner of the room, 
 which, I was told, had been used by Philip Phillips 
 in his service of song in that city. I was requested 
 to sing, which I did, not knowing that the minister 
 was strongly opposed, not only to solo singing, but 
 to organs and choirs as well, never allowing anything 
 of the kind in his church. Among the songs that I 
 sang on this occasion I recall the following : " Come 
 
50 Sankey's Story 
 
 home, O Prodigal," " Free from the law," and " More 
 to follow." The minister made no comments, but 
 seemed much interested in the singing. A few days 
 after our arrival in the city we were surprised to see 
 the walls and billboards placarded with enormous 
 posters, containing the following notice : " D. L. 
 Moody of Chicago will preach the gospel, and Ira D. 
 Sankey of Chicago will sing the gospel in Bethesda 
 Chapel every afternoon and evening this week, except 
 Saturday, at 3 and 7 o'clock. All are welcome." 
 Thus the phrase, " sing the gospel " originated with 
 one of the most conservative ministers in England. 
 
 We soon learned that we were in the hands of a 
 pastor who was known throughout that section as 
 " the pope of the north," and that none of the other 
 ministers had been asked to join in the services. For 
 the first time in the history of that chapel a small 
 cabinet organ was not only brought in, but given con- 
 spicuous place in the large pulpit, from which place 
 I was better able to command the galleries and lead 
 the singing than would have been the case had the 
 organ occupied a place on the floor below. 
 
 Up to this time we had not organized any choirs 
 to assist in the singing, but the people were learning 
 the American tunes very fast, and the singing was 
 becoming a marked feature of the meetings. 
 
 The hymn most used by our congregations in 
 
MR. SANKEY AT THE ORGAN 
 
Of His Own Life 53 
 
 those days was, " Sun of my soul/* to the tune 
 " Hursley," which was almost the only distinctively 
 English tune with which I was familiar up to that 
 time, and finding that it could be adapted to " Rock 
 of Ages," and many other hymns, we used the tune in 
 almost every meeting. 
 
 During our stay at Sunderland we occupied 
 " lodgings," ordering from the market such provi- 
 sions as we desired, having the cooking done for us 
 by those in charge of the house. On one occasion 
 Mr. Moody was requested to order some fish, and, 
 going through the market that day, he discovered a 
 beautiful salmon, weighing not less than fifteen 
 pounds, which he immediately purchased and had 
 sent to our home. A fish of four or five pounds 
 would have been abundantly large for our temporary 
 wants, but Mr. Moody's generosity kept us in salmon 
 during the remainder of our stay in that city. This 
 was only a small indication of the large things always 
 devised by Mr. Moody. 
 
 While here Mr. R. C. Morgan, of London, editor 
 of " The Christian," having heard of the work that 
 was going on in the north, visited us for the purpose 
 of writing up an account of the meetings for his paper, 
 and while seated one day at the dinner table, I re- 
 marked to him that I was afraid what I had heard 
 about the English people being slow and conservative 
 
54 Sankey's Story 
 
 was all too true. I spoke with considerable anima- 
 tion on the subject, and h.e inquired what I meant. 
 I then told him of my attempt to give away my sacred 
 songs, which were in such demand by the people, and 
 that I could get no one to take them. He at once 
 remarked that as he had been printing musical leaflets 
 for a number of years, he would be glad to take some 
 of mine with him to London and publish them in a 
 small paper-covered pamphlet. So I cut from my 
 scrap-book twenty-three pieces, rolled them up, and 
 wrote on them the words, " Sacred Songs and Solos, 
 sung by Ira D. Sankey at the meetings of Mr. Moody 
 of Chicago." 
 
 Mr. Morgan returned to London the next day, 
 and in about two weeks we received 500 copies of the 
 pamphlet, which was first used at an all-day meeting, 
 held near the close of our mission in Sunderland. 
 The little book was sold at sixpence per copy, and be- 
 fore the day was over every book had been purchased. 
 We immediately telegraphed for a still larger supply, 
 which was also soon exhausted, and a few days later 
 copies were seen not only in the windows of book- 
 stores, but grocers', dry-goods establishments, etc. 
 Thus began the publication and sale of a book which, 
 together with the edition of words only, has now 
 grown into a volume of twelve hundred pieces. 
 
 During all our campaigns abroad it was our cus- 
 
Of His Own Life 55 
 
 torn to rest on Saturdays, and to make excursions into 
 the country on that day, whenever it was convenient. 
 While at Sunderland, one Saturday, we took a cab and 
 drove a few miles northward along the seashore. Com- 
 ing to an almost perpendicular cliff rising hundreds of 
 feet above the level of the sea, we descended by a 
 stairway to the beach below. For a while we enjoyed 
 ourselves by walking along the shore, examining the 
 beautiful shells left exposed by the tide, which had 
 gone out before we arrived. Our attention was soon 
 arrested by some one shouting from the top of the 
 cliff. We saw a man wildly beckoning to us to return. 
 On looking around we discovered that the tide had 
 risen and had filled a deep channel between us and the 
 stairway. It was clear that we had no time to lose. 
 Mr. Moody suggested that I should plunge in and 
 lead the way to the cliff as quickly as possible, and 
 while I did so he stood looking on, convulsed with 
 laughter at my frantic strides through the water over 
 the slippery stones. But I reached a place of safety. 
 Then the tables were turned, and it was my opportu- 
 nity to enjoy a sight not soon to be forgotten, as my 
 friend slowly and with considerable difficulty waded 
 through the constantly rising water to the place where 
 I stood. We were to hold a Bible reading that after- 
 noon at three o'clock. Not having time to go to our 
 lodgings for a chance of clothing, we at once pro- 
 
56 Sankefs Story 
 
 ceeded to the place of the meeting, and we held the 
 service in our wet clothes and shoes. 
 
 The experience which we had just passed through 
 suggested to me the hymn, " Pull for the shore, sailor, 
 pull for the shore," and I sang the hymn at this meet- 
 ing for the first time in England. 
 
 Many interesting incidents occurred at the Sun- 
 derland meetings, of which I recall the following: 
 One evening at the conclusion of a very earnest gos- 
 pel address, I was requested to sing a hymn which 
 had hitherto been greatly blessed in bringing wander- 
 ers into the fold, *' Come home, O prodigal. Come 
 home ! " A deep hush prevailed during the singing, 
 and just before its conclusion a cry was heard through 
 the building : " Oh, father, will you forgive me ? " 
 while a young man rushed from the back part of the 
 room down the middle aisle to where his father was 
 seated. Throwing his arms around his neck, and 
 with the deepest emotion, he begged forgiveness for 
 some great wrong that he had done. The father 
 rose from his seat and said : " My boy, I forgive 
 everything; come now, let us go into the vestry and 
 ask God to forgive us both, even as I have forgiven 
 you." This incident made a profound impression 
 upon the whole congregation, and that night hundreds 
 of penitents retired to an adjoining room for prayer 
 and consultation. From this time on the spirit of 
 
Of His Own Life 57 
 
 anxious inquiry deepened throughout the city, and 
 in a few days Victoria Hall, the largest in the city, 
 seating 3,000, was engaged for our meetings, and was 
 crowded to the doors during the remainder of our 
 stay. 
 
 While here a prominent Christian gentleman of 
 Newcastle-on-Tyne, Mr. Richard Hoyle, who had 
 heard of our work, came over, and, after attending 
 some meetings, asked if we would come to his city. 
 Mr. Moody told him that if the ministers of New- 
 castle would unite in requesting us to come we would 
 gladly do so. Mr. Hoyle returned to his city and, 
 calling the ministers together, told them what he had 
 seen and heard at Sunderland. As a result of this 
 meeting a petition was at once signed by a large num- 
 ber of non-conformist ministers, together with a few 
 prominent laymen, and forwarded to Mr. Moody, who 
 immediately accepted the invitation. On August 25 
 we arrived at Newcastle. It was a dark, gloomy 
 night, the town being enveloped in a dense fog. At 
 the chapel which had been selected for our opening 
 meeting that night we found very few present. In 
 the small audience I was impressed with the radiant 
 countenance of one of the ladies, who sat near the 
 front. From the opening hymn to the close of Mr. 
 Moody's address, the expression on her face seemed 
 to show that she fully understood and appreciated the 
 
58 Sankey's Story 
 
 message that was being proclaimed, and at the close 
 she came forward, thanking the preacher and the 
 singer for what she had heard, and predicting that 
 before many days a great blessing from God would 
 be poured out upon that community. How truly this 
 prophecy of Hannah Swinburn was fulfilled is now 
 known to all. Shortly afterward I was invited with 
 my wife to this lady's home, and with her delightful 
 family we spent some of the happiest hours in the Old 
 Country. 
 
 In a few days the evening meetings became so 
 crowded that overflow meetings had to be held in 
 near-by halls and chapels. A remarkable impression 
 was made at this place upon some of the people 
 known as Quakers, or Society of Friends. It was not 
 only by Mr. Moody's stirring addresses and Bible 
 lectures, but also by the new hymns and tunes, the 
 like of which had never been heard in the city before. 
 It was not an uncommon sight to see an aged Quaker 
 lady, dressed in the garb of her sect, as soon as it 
 was announced that I would sing in the overflow 
 meeting, get up and follow me to the place of the 
 meeting, and take a place near the platform, where 
 she could hear the new songs. It was at this place 
 that I first began singing the new songs, "The Sweet 
 By and By," "That will be Heaven for me," and 
 " Christ Arose," which soon became so popular all 
 
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 over Great Britain, also such hymns as " Come to the 
 Saviour," " When He Cometh," etc. It was most 
 interesting to notice how quickly the people took up 
 these songs; they sang them in the ship-yards on 
 Tyneside, on the streets, in the railway trains, and in 
 the market-places. It was the beginning of a revo- 
 lution in Great Britain in the matter of popular sacred 
 songs, and now, though over thirty years have rolled 
 by, it is said they are still in great favor with the 
 people. It was while in this city that we organized 
 the first " Moody and Sankey " choir. 
 
 As the mission here was nearing its close, we 
 went to the town of Walker to hold a meeting, and 
 addressed a large number of workingmen connected 
 with the shipbuilding industry at that place. At the 
 close of the meeting, as we were about to leave the 
 hall, and while I was on the platform gathering up 
 my hymn-books, a very refined-looking gentleman, 
 with a strong Scotch accent, came up to me and said : 
 " Do you think Mr. Moody would go to Edinburgh 
 if he had an invitation from the ministers there ? " 
 This canny Scot had been attending our meetings for 
 the past ten days, and was reporting what he had 
 witnessed to his ministerial friends in Scotland. He 
 was somewhat disguised, for he wore an old, soft 
 white hat, while at home he wore a very proper high 
 silk hat. I told him that I thought Mr. Moody would 
 
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 be very glad to go to Scotland, but that he had better 
 speak to him about it. At the close of the meeting 
 this gentleman, who proved to be the Rev. John Kel- 
 man, of Leith, who afterward became chairman of our 
 general committee in Edinburgh, took from his pocket 
 a petition, largely signed by ministers and prominent 
 laymen, asking us to come to Edinburgh for a series 
 of meetings. He handed the paper to Mr. Moody, 
 who at once accepted the invitation. 
 
 Before going to Scotland we visited Bishop Auck- 
 land, Middleton, Darlington and Carlisle. In many 
 of the smaller places we found considerable difficulty 
 in securing small cabinet organs, it being inconve- 
 nient and expensive to carry our own instrument from 
 place to place. I shall never forget an experience in 
 Bishop Auckland. The organ, which had been sup- 
 plied by the committee, was placed in a high pulpit, 
 where there was room for both speaker and singer. 
 The organ did fairly well, till near the close of the 
 meeting. While Moody was in the vestry speaking 
 to the inquirers, I remained with one of the ministers 
 in the large hall, conducting a service of prayer. 
 While thus engaged, the organ suddenly became dis- 
 organized and proceeded to give forth a number of 
 discordant sounds, which I was utterly unable to sup- 
 press, and in despair I rushed into the vestry, where 
 Moody was speaking to a number of inquirers. He 
 
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 asked me why I had left the prayer-meeting in the 
 other room. I took him to the door of the chapel 
 and asked him to listen. The organ was still pouring 
 forth its shrill and inharmonious notes, and the 
 prayer-meeting was brought to a rather abrupt con- 
 clusion. 
 
 We went to Carlisle on November 15, 1873, on 
 the invitation of a prominent Christian worker with 
 whom we had no acquaintance whatever, but who 
 proved to be one of the leading Plymouth Brethren 
 of that place. But one minister and the pastor of the 
 chapel where we held the meeting attended the first 
 service. For a few days there was no power in the 
 meetings, and Moody decided to call together all the 
 ministers of the place to see what was wrong. When 
 assembled he asked them if they knew what was the 
 cause of the lack of interest in the meetings. One 
 minister arose and said that he had not attended, be- 
 cause he did not believe in " sheep stealing." Others 
 expressed the same sentiment, saying that as we had 
 come to the place by invitation of one who was not 
 in sympathy with the ministers and their work, as 
 carried on in the churches and chapels, they had de- 
 cided not to have anything to do with this mission. 
 Mr. Moody at once arose and said that he had never 
 before been accused of " sheep stealing," or of work- 
 ing to either build up or tear down any one denomina- 
 
62 Sankeys Story 
 
 tion of Christians; that he had come to Carlisle to 
 preach the gospel, and that he desired the co-opera- 
 tion of all the ministers of the place, and asked them 
 if they would not join him in prayer over the subject. 
 He asked that each one present lead in prayer, and 
 when this was done there was established the most 
 kindly and brotherly feeling, and all promised to be 
 present at all the meetings which were to follow. 
 
 It was a dismal night in November, 1873, when 
 our train rolled into the station in the city of Edin- 
 burgh. Desiring to avoid the formality of a reception 
 at the hands of the committee and friends who had 
 invited us to conduct a series of evangelistic meetings 
 in their city, we had refrained from notifying them as 
 to the hour of our arrival. Securing public cabs from 
 the numerous array massed about the station, we were 
 soon rattling along the well-lighted streets to the 
 places where we were to abide. 
 
 I had selected a hotel on the principal street, not 
 far from the Walter Scott monument, and after being 
 assigned my room walked out on the crowded thor- 
 oughfare for a stroll. I had not proceeded half a 
 block when a hand was laid on my shoulder, and tl 
 voice said, " Ah, Mr. Sankey, is this you ? When did 
 you arrive, and where is Mr. Moody ? '* 
 
 I gave the desired information in a few words 
 and then made bold to ask, "And, pray, who are you ?'* 
 
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 ^' The chairman of your committee," he re- 
 sponded. " And IVe been waiting for days to hear 
 when you would arrive. Come away. You're not to 
 be stopping at a public hotel when there are a hundred 
 homes ready to receive you." 
 
 So, hurrying me into a cab, and arranging with 
 the hotel-keeper to release my room, I was soon wel- 
 comed into one of the most delightful homes in all 
 Edinburgh. It was while abiding in this house that I 
 wrote the music of my first Gospel song, " Yet there 
 is room." 
 
 Our first meeting in Edinburgh was advertised to 
 be held on Sunday evening, November 23, and long 
 before the hour for commencing the service arrived 
 the whole building was densely packed to its utmost 
 corners ; even the lobbies, stairs and entrance were 
 crowded with people, while more than two thousand 
 were turned away. 
 
 The first announcement made was a sad disap- 
 pointment to the congregation, for it was that Mr. 
 Moody could not be present, he having contracted a 
 severe cold the day before, while on the train en route 
 from Carlisle. It was further announced that Mr. 
 Sankey would conduct the service of song, and the 
 Rev. J. H. Wilson would preach. 
 
 This was indeed a trying hour for the singer. 
 Much had been said and written in Scotland against 
 
64 Sankey's Story 
 
 the use of " human hymns '* in public worship, and 
 even more had been uttered against the employment 
 of the "kist o' whistles," the term by which they 
 designated the small cabinet organ I employed as an 
 accompaniment to my voice. 
 
 A goodly number of ministers and prominent lay- 
 men were present. After the opening prayer I asked 
 all to join in singing a portion of the One Hundredth 
 Psalm. To this they responded with a will, as it was 
 safe and common ground for all denominations, and 
 no questions were raised as to Mr. Rouse having in- 
 troduced anything " human " into David's version as 
 found in the Bible. This was followed by reading the 
 Scriptures and prayer. 
 
 The service having been thus opened in regular 
 order, we now faced the problem of " singing the 
 gospel" — a term first devised and used by the Rev. 
 Arthur A. Rees, of Sunderland, England, some months 
 before, in advertising our meetings in that city, and 
 since then much discussed in Scotland. The song 
 selected for my first solo was "Jesus of Nazareth 
 passeth by." 
 
 The intense silence that pervaded that great 
 audience during the singing of this song at once 
 assured me that even " human hymns," sung in a 
 prayerful spirit, were indeed likely to be used of God 
 to arrest attention and convey gospel truth to the 
 
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 hearts of men in bonny Scotland, even as they had 
 in other places. 
 
 After a powerful address by Dr. Wilson, and a 
 closing prayer, I was requested to sing another solo. 
 Selecting " Hold the Fort," then comparatively new 
 in Edinburgh, the audience was requested to join in 
 singing the chorus, " Hold the fort, for I am coming," 
 which they did with such heartiness and such power 
 that I was further convinced that gospel songs would 
 prove as useful and acceptable to the masses in Edin- 
 burgh as they had in the cities of York and New- 
 castle in England. 
 
 In our meetings held prior to entering Scotland, 
 it had been our custom to have the committee in 
 charge of the various meetings — often three and four, 
 in different localities, in a day — see that organs were 
 placed in the halls and chapels ready for use. In 
 Edinburgh we failed to inform the committee that 
 upon them would devolve the matter of placing the 
 organs in each hall and church as needed. The con- 
 sequence of this oversight was that at our second 
 meeting, held in Barclay Free Church, there was no 
 organ provided, and therefore we could have no solo 
 singing or gospel hymns. 
 
 When the committee discovered, about the hour 
 for commencing the service, that the organ was not 
 present, but away off at the Music Hall, they sent 
 
66 Sankey's Story 
 
 after the missing instrument, which was brought with 
 great speed. 
 
 They hoped to arrive at the meeting in season for 
 the closing exercises, and this end they certainly 
 would have attained had not the Jehu in charge been 
 over zealous in the use of his whip. In whirling 
 round a corner near the church at too great a speed 
 he overturned the vehicle, rolling both deputation and 
 " kist o' whistles " into the middle of the street. 
 
 The " kist " was in a sadly demoralized condition, 
 and its appearance now strangely suggestive of its 
 Scotch name. The outcome of the disaster was that 
 Mr. Moody had to conduct the second meeting alone, 
 as I had led the first alone. 
 
 These occurrences evidently greatly pleased some 
 of the Scotch folks, as they were heard to say : " It 
 had a fine tendency to break up any scheme the evan- 
 gelists might have had in their working together." 
 
 The third meeting was held in the same church, 
 and great interest was manifested by the citizens. The 
 question of the solo singing, as to its propriety and 
 usefulness, was not as yet fully understood or admit- 
 ted ; hence it was with much fear and trepidation that 
 we thus really entered, this third night, upon our three 
 months' campaign. 
 
 As I took my seat at the instrument on that, to 
 me, most memorable evening, I discovered, to my 
 
Of His Own Life 67 
 
 great surprise, that Dr. Horatius Bonar was seated 
 close by my organ, right in front of the pulpit. The 
 first gospel-song music I had ever composed, written 
 since coming to Edinburgh, was set to words which 
 he wrote — " Yet there is room." 
 
 Of all men in Scotland he was the one man con- 
 cerning whose decision I was most solicitous. He 
 was, indeed, my ideal hymn-writer, the prince among 
 hymnists of his day and generation. And yet he would 
 not sing one of his own beautiful hymns in his own 
 congregation, such as, " I heard the voice of Jesus 
 say," or, '' I was a wandering sheep," because he min- 
 istered to a church that believed in the use of the 
 Psalms only. 
 
 With fear and trembling I announced as a solo 
 the song, " Free from the Law, oh, happy condition." 
 
 No prayer having been offered for this part of 
 the service, and feeling that the singing might prove 
 only an entertainment, and not a spiritual blessing, I 
 requested the whole congregation to join me in a 
 word of prayer, asking God to bless the truth about 
 to be sung. 
 
 In the prayer my anxiety was relieved. Believing 
 and rejoicing in the glorious truth contained in the 
 song, I sang it through to the end. 
 
 At the close of Mr. Moody's address, Dr. Bonar 
 turned toward me with a smile on his venerable face, 
 
68 Sankey's Story 
 
 and reaching out his hand he said : " Well, Mr. San- 
 key, you sang the gospel to-night." 
 
 And thus the way was opened for the mission of 
 sacred song in Scotland. 
 
 At one of the meetings here a young man anxious 
 to gain admittance to the already over-crowded hall, 
 cried out to Mr. Moody : '' I have come twenty miles 
 to hear you, can't you make room for me some- 
 where ? " Moody calmly replied : " Well, if we push 
 the walls out you know what the roof will do." 
 
 On another occasion, as we were holding meet- 
 ings in the Free Assembly Hall, while I was singing a 
 solo a woman's shrill voice was heard in the gallery, 
 as she made her way toward the door, crying : " Let 
 me oot ! Let me oot ! What would John Knox think 
 of the like of yon ? " At the conclusion of the solo I 
 went across the street to sing at an overflow meeting 
 in the famous Tolbooth Church. I had just begun to 
 sing, when the same voice was again heard, " Let me 
 oot ! Let me oot ! What would John Knox think of 
 the like of yon ? '* 
 
 Professor Blaikie said in the Edinburgh Daily 
 Review at this time : " It is almost amusing to observe 
 how entirely the latent distrust of Mr. Sankey's " kist 
 o' whistles " has disappeared. There are different 
 ways of using the organ. There are organs in some 
 churches for mere display, as some one has said, * with 
 
Of His Own Life 69 
 
 a devil in every pipe;' but a small harmonium, de- 
 signed to keep the tune right, is a different matter, 
 and is seen to be no hindrance to the devout and spir- 
 itual worship of God." 
 
 In 1874 my father visited Scotland, bringing with 
 him my two children. He frequently said to his 
 friends that he never enjoyed anything in his life as 
 much as this visit to Scotland. 
 
 In London, a little later, Gladstone, accompanied 
 by Lord Kinnaird, visited one of the meetings we were 
 holding at Agricultural Hall. At the conclusion of 
 the address Mr. Moody was introduced to the Grand 
 Old Man of England by Lord Kinnaird. " You have 
 a fine body for your profession," remarked Mr. Glad- 
 stone. "Yes, if I only had your head on it," Mr. 
 Moody replied, and then hurried away to an inquiry 
 meeting. The Princess of Wales and other mem- 
 bers of the royal family attended a number of our 
 meetings at Her Majesty's Theater, occupying their 
 private box. I was told by the Duchess of Sutherland 
 that the Princess was very fond of " Sacred Songs 
 and Solos," a copy of which I had the pleasure of pre- 
 senting to her. When the weather was not propi- 
 tious and she remained at home from her church 
 service, she would gather her children around the 
 piano and sing by the hour. 
 
 We remained in Great Britain this time for two 
 
70 Sankey's Story 
 
 years, holding meetings in many of the leading cities 
 of England, Scotland and Ireland. 
 
 We found but little opposition to the use of 
 hymns and organs in Ireland, and our choirs con- 
 tained many people of the higher walks of life. It 
 was in the Exhibition Palace in Dublin that I first 
 sang, " What shall the harvest be ? " I was surprised 
 when Moody requested me never to sing it again in 
 the meetings, and for a while he took the precaution 
 personally to announce the solos that he wished to 
 have sung. I afterwards learned that his reason for 
 not wanting this hymn sung at his meetings was that 
 a prominent minister, after having heard the hymn 
 the first time I sang it, had remarked to Moody that 
 if I kept on singing such hymns I would soon have 
 them all dancing. However, when Moody did not 
 announce the solos he wished me to sing, I would 
 start up, " Sowing the seed in the daylight fair,** and 
 after some time he began to give it out himself occa- 
 sionally, and, hearing no further criticism, the hymn 
 was from that time onward always sung in connection 
 with Moody's address on "Sowing and Reaping." 
 
 Another instance of Mr. Moody's being influ- 
 enced against certain hymns, was in the case of the 
 hymn " Memories of Galilee." I first introduced this 
 hymn at one of our meetings at Newcastle-on-Tyne, 
 at which service a very prominent and distinguished 
 
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 lady was present. She expressed herself as not ap- 
 proving of this kind of hymns, and Mr. Moody at 
 once requested me to leave it out of " Sacred Songs 
 and Solos," which I was just then preparing. I told 
 him that I thought the song would certainly become 
 popular, and that I very much needed some new solos, 
 and that I had already sent it on to the publishers. A 
 few months later this lady again heard me sing the 
 song, and after the meeting she told Mr. Moody that 
 she thought it was one of the most beautiful songs 
 she had ever heard. The song from this time became 
 a great favorite of us all. 
 
 Some of the comedians at the theaters tried to 
 make hits by changing our hymns and using our 
 names on the stage. This was always resented by 
 the audiences. 
 
 In imitation of the popular song, " He's a Fraud," 
 an actor one evening sang at the Royal Theater in 
 Manchester some doggerel beginning, " We know that 
 Moody and Sankey are doing some good in their 
 way." It received both cheers and hisses from the 
 audience at first, but on a repetition of the words the 
 displeasure was so great that the comedian had to 
 leave the stage. At a circus in Dublin, on one occa- 
 sion, one clown said to another, " I am rather Moody 
 to-night ; how do you feel ? " The other responded, 
 " I feel rather Sankey-monious." This by-play was 
 
74 Sankey's Story 
 
 not only met with hisses, but the whole audience arose 
 and joined with tremendous effect in singing one of 
 our hymns, " Hold the fort, for I am coming." 
 
 While holding meetings at Burdett road, London, 
 in 1874, Mr. Moody and I one Saturday took a drive 
 out to Epping Forest. There we visited a gypsy 
 camp. While stopping to speak to two brothers who 
 had been converted and were doing good missionary 
 work, a few young gypsy lads came up to our car- 
 riage. I put my hand on the head of one of them ana 
 said : " May the Lord make a preacher of you, my 
 boy!" 
 
 Fifteen years later, when Gypsy Smith made his 
 first visit to America, I had the pleasure of taking him 
 for a drive in Brooklyn. While passing through Pros- 
 pect Park he asked me : 
 
 " Do you remember driving out from London one 
 day to a gypsy camp at Epping Forest ? " I replied 
 that I did. " Do you remember a little gypsy boy 
 standing by your carriage," he asked again, "and 
 you put your hand on his head, saying that you hoped 
 he would be a preacher ? " 
 
 " Yes, I remember it well." 
 
 " I am that boy," said Gypsy Smith. 
 
 My surprise can better be imagined than de- 
 scribed. Little had I thought that the successful 
 evangelist and fine gospel singer of whom I had 
 
Of His Own Life 75 
 
 heard so much, and whom I had so much admired, 
 was the little boy I had met in the gypsy camp. 
 Truly God has granted my wish of fifteen years be- 
 fore, and has made a mighty preacher of the gypsy 
 boy. 
 
 During our meetings in Her Majesty's Theater at 
 Pall Mall a Mr. Studd, who had a great many fast 
 horses and fox-hounds, gave them all up and became 
 a follower of Christ. Mr. Studd's son was attending 
 Eton College, at Windsor, near the Queen's castle. 
 He and Mr. Graham, of Glasgow, a member of Par- 
 liament, invited us to go to Windsor and hold meet- 
 ings for the young Lords in the college. When it was 
 rumored that we would accept the invitation, the 
 subject was taken up and discussed in Parliament. 
 
 Although we were accustomed to devote Satur- 
 days to rest, we decided to give one Saturday to Eton 
 College. When we arrived at Windsor Station we 
 were met by Mr. Studd and Mr. Graham, and taken to 
 the home of a merchant. As there was so much 
 excitement in the town because of our coming, it was 
 decided that it would be best to hold the meetings in 
 this gentleman's garden. Mr. Graham gathered about 
 fifty of the students under a large apple tree in the 
 garden. There Mr. Moody gave a short address on 
 John 3 : 16, and I sang a number of solos, including 
 " Pass me not, O gentle Saviour." We also distrib- 
 
76 Sankefs Story 
 
 uted copies of " Sacred Songs and Solos " among the 
 students, who took an enthusiastic part in the singing. 
 Mr. Studd's son, who afterward became known as 
 one of the chief cricketers of England, was converted 
 at this meeting. 
 
 On one of our subsequent visits to Great Britain 
 this young man got up a large petition, inviting us to 
 Cambridge. The invitation to Cambridge we gladly 
 accepted, and arrived there on Guy Fawkes night. 
 When we entered the Corn Exchange, which was the 
 largest meeting room in town, we found it filled with 
 students. It was the largest religious meeting that 
 had ever been held in Cambridge. On reaching the 
 platform we found Mr. George E. Morgan, of " The 
 Christian," London, who was then a Cambridge stu- 
 dent, conducting the singing. Mr. Moody asked one 
 of the Dons to lead in prayer, after which he called 
 upon me to sing " The Ninety and Nine." The stu- 
 dents listened to the first verse in perfect silence, but 
 at its conclusion they vigorously beat the floor with 
 canes and umbrellas, and cried, ** Hear, hear ! " This 
 demonstration followed each verse to the end. Mr. 
 Moody's address for half an hour held the undivided 
 attention of his congregation. At the conclusion 
 some of the students attempted to stampede the 
 meeting, but a large majority remained and gathered 
 around us, saying : " These men must have fair play 
 
Of His Own Life 77 
 
 while they are in Cambridge." Thus began a great 
 revival in that town. Hundreds of young men dated 
 their conversion from that time. 
 
 The news of the religious work at Cambridge 
 naturally spread to Oxford, and we were invited to 
 hold meetings there. We had hoped that the success 
 of our meetings at Cambridge would make the way 
 easier at Oxford. But a similar process had to be 
 gone through there. We stopped at the Bull's Head 
 Hotel, and held meetings for two weeks in a large 
 hall connected with that building, and eventually a 
 large number of students took their stand on the 
 Lord's side. 
 
 One day as I was making some purchases in a 
 bookstore in London, a sailor came rushing in, saying : 
 " Give me a dozen little Sankey's, quick ! " The 
 hymn book " Sacred Songs and Solos " was usually 
 called "Sankey's." 
 
 While holding meetings at Campbeltown, on a 
 subsequent visit to Scotland, a drunken man stag- 
 gered into the meeting one evening, while Mr. Moody 
 was preaching. He had not been seated long before 
 he arose and said : " Mr. Moody, will you please stop 
 a bit, I want to hear Mr. Sankey sing 'The Ninety 
 and Nine.' Moody, with his marvelous tact, said: 
 " All right ; sit down, my friend, I will ask Mr. San- 
 key to sing for you." Those sitting near him said 
 
78 Sankeys Story 
 
 he was visibly affected by the song. Later on when 
 the invitation was given to retire to the inquiry room 
 the man sitting next to this drunkard brought him in. 
 I sat down beside him and talked and prayed with him. 
 He said he was the black, as well as the lost sheep 
 of his family, and that he wanted to sign a pledge to 
 stop drinking. We did not use the pledge in those 
 days, but to please this man we hunted up a copy, 
 under which he signed his name, John McNeil. He 
 declared his intention to give up drink forever. For 
 many evenings he came to our services, and always 
 went into the inquiry meetings. He told me that to 
 get away from temptation he used to take his mother's 
 Bible and his lunch, and for many days go into the 
 hills in the country. I corresponded with him for 
 over a year. He was said to have been one of the 
 most wicked men of his town, and had given the police 
 more trouble than any other man there, but he became 
 a humble follower of Christ. r 
 
 On the 3d of August, 1875, a great farewell meet- 
 ing was held for us in Liverpool. Several addresses 
 were made, one of some length by Mr. Moody. As 
 we took our departure on the " Spain " we left with 
 the most enthusiastic applause and evidences of good 
 will, the great crowd on the shore singing several of 
 our hymns as the vessel moved out of sight. 
 
 After our return to America, the first meeting 
 
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 held was at Northfield, on the 9th of September, 1875. 
 There, among many others, Mr. Moody's mother, who 
 was a Unitarian, stood up for prayer. At this meet- 
 ing I first sang "The Ninety and Nine" in this 
 country. 
 
 One day while crossing the Connecticut River on 
 a ferry, which was pulled across by a line stretched 
 over the river, Mr. Bliss and I were singing, " Pull 
 for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore," when we 
 noticed that the boat pulled unusually heavy, and on 
 investigating, found that Mr. Moody, who was sit- 
 ting in the rear, was pulling back on the line with all 
 his might, so as to delay the trip, and give him a 
 chance to listen to the singing. This illustrates Mr. 
 Moody's fondness for singing. Although himself not 
 a singer, he used the service of praise more exten- 
 sively and successfully than any other man in the 
 nineteenth century. 
 
 Brooklyn was our next place to visit. Although 
 the first meeting, held in Clermont Avenue Rink, Oc- 
 tober 24, was at half past eight in the morning, the 
 hall, which had chairs for five thousand persons, was 
 packed full, and thousands were turned away for want 
 of room. I was assisted in the singing here by a choir 
 of two hundred and fifty voices. My first solo was, 
 " Rejoice and be glad ! the Redeemer has come ! " At 
 the second meeting, in the afternoon, fifteen thousand 
 
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 persons had to be turned away for lack of accommo^ 
 dation. From two to three hundred requests for 
 prayer would often be announced at these meetings. 
 
 At one of them a fine-looking young man came 
 into the inquiry room along with a number of others. 
 I asked him if he was willing to accept Christ as his 
 only Saviour. He bowed his head in his hands as 
 he sat by my side. With great earnestness, while his 
 whole frame shook with deepest feeling, he replied: 
 
 " Jesus will not accept me." 
 
 "Why not?" 
 
 " Because I have been an infidel for many years, 
 a follower of Charles Bradlaugh, and for the last eight 
 years have not ceased to speak in private and public 
 against Christ. I have traveled over nearly all the 
 world, and have spoken everywhere against him and 
 all those who professed to be Christians ; now I fear 
 he will not forgive me for what I have done." 
 
 " Do you want him to forgive you ? " I asked. 
 
 " Well, sir," he said, " I do not know what is the 
 matter with me or why I am here to-night. Some 
 power that I do not understand has been working 
 upon me for the last two days, and I am in a despond- 
 ent state of mind." 
 
 I lifted my heart in prayer that I might make no 
 mistake in dealing with this man. I waited for a mo- 
 ment, and then said, " My dear friend, what you need 
 
Of His Own Life 8i 
 
 to-night is Christ ; he will dispel your gloom and 
 sorrow." 
 
 " But," he exclaimed, arousing himself from what 
 seemed to be a deep reverie, " I have fought against 
 him all my life, and I thought I was right, too." 
 
 "Did you have peace in your heart when you 
 were preaching against Christ ? " 
 
 He looked up at me. " No, I was a coward," he 
 confessed. " I remember, while coming home from a 
 long journey on the sea, we were one night driven by 
 the storm near the rocks off a certain cape, and when 
 I thought we were sure to go to the bottom of the 
 sea, I got down on my knees and prayed to God to 
 save us. The storm died, and with it went my prayers. 
 For as soon as I thought we were safe, like a coward 
 I went back to my old ways, and denied that there 
 was a God." 
 
 " Well," I said, " let that go. What brought you 
 here to-night ? " 
 
 " I don't know," he replied. " I have not been 
 in church for eight years; I have not spoken to a 
 Christian in that time, as I have lived entirely among 
 infidels and skeptics. But about a year ago I received 
 a letter from my poor old mother, away over in Dun- 
 dee, Scotland. She asked me to make her one 
 promise, that when Mr. Moody and Mr. Sankey came 
 back to America I would go to hear them, if they 
 
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 came to the place where I was. I answered her that 
 I would. When you came here I thought I would 
 have to keep my word to my mother, so I went to the 
 Rink two nights in succession. Since that time I 
 have had no rest. Yesterday and to-day I have had 
 to close up my office. I am a civil engineer. I have 
 been walking the streets all day, thinking, thinking. 
 Not being acquainted with any Christians to whom 
 I could speak, I thought I would go once more to the 
 Rink. And now here I am, talking to you." 
 
 " My dear friend," I said, " it is an answer to 
 your mother's prayer. She may be praying for her 
 wandering boy this very night. Now, do not delay 
 any longer. Yield to Christ and he will receive you." 
 
 He bowed his head, while his trembling form told 
 how deeply his heart was moved. After a hard strug- 
 gle he took my hand and said : " By the grace of God 
 I take Jesus Christ as my Saviour now I " 
 
 After a word of prayer I asked him if he would 
 not write to Scotland at once and tell his mother all 
 about it, and he promised that he would. A few even- 
 ings later I met him at the door of the Rink. As he 
 came up to shake hands and bid me good bye I asked 
 him if he had written to his mother. 
 
 " Oh, yes," said he, " but not until I had sent her 
 a cable dispatch first." 
 
 " What did you say in the dispatch ? " I asked. 
 
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 " Well, I just said, * I've found Jesus,* and signed 
 my name to it." 
 
 " Thank the Lord," said I. 
 
 " Yes," he exclaimed, " that is just what my dear 
 old mother cabled back to me, * Thank the Lord, O 
 my soul/ " 
 
 Our first meeting in Philadelphia was held on 
 November 24, in the old Pennsylvania Railroad Depot, 
 which John Wanamaker fitted up for our use. It had 
 a seating capacity of more than ten thousand persons. 
 Here, as in Brooklyn, the leading ministers gave their 
 hearty support to the work and in every way expressed 
 their approval of the effort. On one occasion the 
 meetings were attended by President U. S. Grant, sev- 
 eral Senators, and members of the Supreme Court. 
 During my stay in Philadelphia I often visited the 
 home of Henry Clay Trumbull, then the editor of 
 " The Sunday School Times," who gave us his 
 heartiest support in every way. Among the laymen 
 who were very efficient helpers at our meetings were 
 John Wanamaker and George H. Stuart. Mr. Wana- 
 maker's special meetings for young men were largely 
 attended. Under Moody's powerful preaching many 
 conversions took place in Philadelphia. 
 
 A number of Princeton students attended the ^ / ^' 
 meetings, and an invitation was extended to us to go ^ 
 to Princeton to hold meetings there for the college 
 
84 Sankey's Story 
 
 men, which we were glad to accept. In the Princeton 
 meetings we had the warm sympathy and co-operation 
 of President McCosh. Among the converts at 
 Princeton was Wilton Merle Smith, now one of the 
 leading ministers of New York City. 
 
 The old Hippodrome in New York, located where 
 Madison Square Garden is now, was the scene of our 
 next meetings, in February, March, and April of 1876. 
 It was the largest place of assembly in the city, though 
 a very unattractive structure. The building had never 
 been used for religious meetings before, but was a 
 place for sport and gaiety. The hall which we used, 
 the largest in the building, seated eight thousand. A 
 monster stage was built, large enough to hold the 
 choir of six hundred voices, and still to leave room 
 for at least four hundred visiting clergymen and 
 guests. Here for the first time I sang " Waiting and 
 Watching," which afterward became a great favorite. 
 Thurlow Weed, who frequently attended the meetings 
 and occupied a seat at the reporters' desk, would often 
 have written requests laid on my organ asking me to 
 sing this hymn. The New York meetings were very 
 successful. One day, near the close of the ten weeks' 
 cam.paign, an audience assembled which numbered 
 more than four thousand persons, all of whom con- 
 fessed that they had been converted at these meetings. 
 
 Our next large meetings were held in Chicago 
 
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 during the fall of 1876, in a large Tabernacle erected 
 for the occasion by John V. Farwell. It was capable 
 of seating more than eight thousand. At one of these 
 meetings Mr. Moody's attention was attracted by an 
 usher with a wand in his hand, seating the people as 
 they came in. Mr. Moody did not like the man's ap- 
 pearance. He asked the chairman of the committee, 
 Mr. Harvey, who the usher was. Mr. Harvey replied 
 that he did not know, but would go and see. Taking 
 the man out into the inquiry room, Mr. Harvey learned 
 that his name was Guiteau — the man who afterward 
 shot President Garfield. So great was Mr. Moody's 
 power in reading character. 
 
 At the close of the three months' mission in Chi- 
 cago, a farewell service was held for those alone who 
 professed to have been brought to Christ during the 
 meetings, and it was attended by six thousand 
 persons. 
 
 Then, for six months, we conducted meetings in 
 Boston. On an average, three meetings a day were 
 held, in a large temporary building erected for the 
 occasion by a committee of wealthy gentlemen. Here 
 also we had the hearty co-operation of many promi- 
 nent ministers and laymen, among whom Dr. A. J. 
 Gordon, Dr. Joseph Cook, Phillips Brooks, and Henry 
 M. Moore may be mentioned. Among those who 
 professed conversion at these meetings was H. M. F. 
 
86 Sankey's Story 
 
 Marshall, who afterward removed to Northfield, and 
 there, under Mr. Moody's direction, erected a number 
 of the school buildings. 
 
 New Haven was our next field of labor. Many 
 of the Yale University students were here converted, 
 and afterward became useful ministers of the gospel 
 throughout the country. 
 
 At Hartford, which we next visited, Mark Twain 
 attended several of our meetings. On one occasion 
 P. T. Barnum, the famous showman, attended and re- 
 mained for an inquiry meeting, where it was my priv- 
 ilege to speak to him in regard to his spiritual condi- 
 tion. In our conversation he said : " Mr. Sankey, you 
 go on singing ' The Ninety and Nine,' and when you 
 get that lost sheep in the fold we will all be saved." 
 I afterward learned that he was a Universalist. 
 
 For the next six months we conducted meetings 
 in the churches of St. Louis. Able assistance was, 
 rendered by the Rev. J. H. Brookes and other emi- 
 nent ministers. At one of the inquiry meetings I 
 asked a fine-looking man as he was leaving the meet- 
 ing, if he was a Christian. " No," he repHed, " I am 
 a Missourian." 
 
 On our first visit to California, we stopped at 
 Ogden, so as not to travel on Sunday, and went to 
 Salt Lake City on Saturday afternoon. As soon as 
 it became known that we were in the city, we were 
 
Of His Own Life 87 
 
 invited by the Presbyterian minister to hold services 
 in his church, which we did. The interest at once 
 became so great that we decided to change our plans 
 and stay here for a couple of weeks. The church 
 soon became too small for the great crowds, and we 
 were invited to the Methodist Church, the largest in 
 the city. Many Mormons attended the meetings, and 
 one night two daughters of President Taylor went 
 into the inquiry room and professed conversion. The 
 solo singing was of great interest to the Mormons. 
 A gentleman from England, who had become a Mor- 
 mon, and who was collector of tithes, took a great 
 fancy to Mr. Moody, of whom he had heard much 
 from friends in England, and invited us to hold meet- 
 ings in the Mormon Tabernacle. This, however, we 
 declined. The Englishman said to Moody: "You 
 are all right, only you don't go far enough." When 
 Moody asked what he meant he said : " You do not 
 have the revelation of Joseph Smith in your Bible." 
 Moody answered that he was thankful for it; that 
 he had no gospel of man, and that if Joseph Smith 
 could have a revelation, D. L. Moody could have one 
 also. This closed their discussion. A great crowd of 
 people, among whom were many Mormons, came to 
 the station to bid us good bye. Mr. Moody never 
 visitejd Salt Lake City again. 
 
 Our work spread out in all directions, and hun- 
 
88 Sankefs Story 
 
 dreds of cities were visited, not only throughout the 
 United States, but in Canada, and even in Mexico, 
 much blessing attending all the services. 
 
 At a meeting in Norfolk, as Mr. Moody was 
 about to begin his sermon, after I had sung a number 
 of hymns, the minister of the church stepped up and 
 said : " I want to make a little explanation to my peo- 
 ple; many of my members believe that Moody and 
 Sankey are one man, but brethren and sisters, this 
 man is Mr. Moody, and that man at the organ is Mr. 
 Sankey; they are not one person, as you supposed." 
 
 At Chattanooga the colored people boycotted our 
 meetings, the colored ministers taking offense because 
 they were not invited to take seats on the platform. 
 We arranged a special meeting for the colored people^ 
 and were surprised to find the church nearly empty 
 when we arrived. But Moody was not to be defeated 
 in this way. He w^nt out into the street and gave 
 personal invitation to hundreds of colored people, 
 and no further difficulty was experienced. 
 
 On one occasion, when I was leaving Chicago for 
 New York on an evening train, a gentleman took his 
 seat beside me. For some time nothing was said, but 
 after a while we got into a general conversation. 
 After discussing the weather and politics, we entered 
 upon the subject of religion. This finally led to the 
 discussion of Moody and Sankey. The stranger 
 
Of His Own Life 89 
 
 said that he had never had the pleasure of hearing 
 either of them. When I told him that I had often 
 heard Moody preach and Sankey sing, he seemed 
 much interested and asked : 
 
 "What kind of folks are they?" 
 
 " Oh, they are just common folks like you and 
 me," I replied. 
 
 His daughter, he said, had a cabinet organ and 
 they were all very fond of the " Gospel Hymns," and 
 he was sorry that he had not had the opportunity to 
 hear Sankey sing * The Ninety and Nine ' before he 
 died. I told him I was much surprised, and asked 
 him what proof he had of Sankey's death. He replied 
 that he had seen it in the papers. 
 
 " It must be true if you have seen it in the 
 papers," I said. 
 
 By this time we were nearing the station where 
 my friend was to get out. Hearing the whistle blow, 
 he looked out of the window and remarked : " I have 
 enjoyed your company very much, but will soon have 
 to leave you now." 
 
 " I hardly think it is fair that we should part with- 
 out telling you that I am one of the men we have 
 been talking about," I said. 
 
 " Why, ^ho are you ? " he asked. 
 
 " I am what is left of Sankey." 
 
 At this he reached for his gripsack, and giving me 
 
90 Sankey's Story 
 
 a quizzical look he said : " You can't play that on me, 
 old fellow ; Sankey is dead." Then he rushed for the 
 door, leaving me to continue my journey alone. 
 
 During the years which followed, we made several 
 trips to Great Britain and held meetings in hundreds 
 of places. In the campaign of i88i-'84 we held 
 meetings in ninety-nine places in Scotland alone. 
 Mr. Moody was once asked if he had kept any record 
 of the number of converts at his meetings. 
 
 " Records ! " he exclaimed, " why, they are only 
 kept in heaven." 
 
 In one of the recent revival meetings at Sheffield, 
 conducted by Torrey and Alexander, a man gave the 
 following testimony : " I found Christ in this hall in 
 1882, when Moody and Sankey were preaching the 
 gospel; I was brought face to face with God, and in 
 the after-meeting Mr. Sankey led me to Christ, and I 
 am happy in him to-day." 
 
 " Well, now, that is refreshing," commented Mr. 
 Alexander. " When anybody asks you if revival con- 
 verts stand, you can speak of that one ; he looks as if 
 he is going to stay, too. As we have gone around the 
 world we have found that the best workers, as a gen- 
 eral rule, are either workers or converts of the Moody 
 and Sankey meetings. We have found them in India, 
 in Tasmania, and everywhere we have gone." 
 
 Lord Shaftesbury, speaking at a meeting in Exe- 
 
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 ter Hall, London, in the interest of evangelical work 
 in Ireland, said : " Therefore go on circulating the 
 Scriptures. I should have been glad to have had 
 also the circulation of some well-known hymns, be- 
 cause I have seen the effect produced by those of 
 Moody and Sankey. If they would only return to this 
 country they would be astonished at seeing the influ- 
 ence exerted by those hymns which they sung. A 
 week ago, when in Paris, I went to Belleville, the 
 very nest of the communists, and even in this quarter 
 I heard their hymns being sung. If we could get 
 something like that in Ireland a mighty influence 
 would be exerted." 
 
 " These American laymen," said another promi- 
 nent man, '* have wrought a work in Great Britain 
 which the Church of England itself feels in its inmost 
 heart. They are not, it is true, graduates of any uni- 
 versity ; they are men of the people, speaking the lan- 
 guage and using the methods not of the refined, but of 
 the generality. Yet they have probably left a deeper 
 impress of their individuality upon the men and 
 women of Great Britain than any other persons that 
 could be named." 
 
 On our last visit to Scotland, Mr. Moody and I 
 visited the town of Thursough, where we held a num- 
 ber of meetings. One of the ministers of the town 
 said he could not join in the service, because he did 
 
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 not believe in using any other songs of praise than 
 those of David. 
 
 We were invited from here to the town of 
 Granton, still farther north, to hold a single service 
 in the established church of that place, the Presby- 
 terians being opposed to our methods. When arriv- 
 ing we found the town had been well placarded with 
 notices of our meetings, and the women and children 
 lined the streets to watch us as we passed by in a 
 carriage. Some one had gone through the town and 
 written underneath the posters : '* Human Himes." 
 When arriving at the church we found it well filled, 
 but very cold, and there was no stove or furnace. 
 Before beginning the service Mr. Moody asked one 
 of the elders how they heated the church, to which 
 he replied : " Ah, mon, our minister heats it from the 
 pulpit." On our return to Thursough, while driving 
 along the road, we overtook a strange-looking little 
 man, wearing an old silk hat, a blue coat and checked 
 trousers, walking along with his wife. He called out : 
 " Stop, Johnny, we want to get in." As the driver 
 only smiled and drove on, I told him to stop. The 
 old couple climbed in and took seats. I asked the 
 old man if he had attended the Moody and Sankey 
 meeting that day, to which he replied : " No, our min- 
 ister does not believe in the sudden conversion that 
 they preach. I said : " That is Mr. Moody, beside 
 
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 whom you are sitting," and Moody said : " And that 
 is Mr. Sankey, beside whom your wife is sitting." 
 The Httle man said: "Oh, gentlemen, I have made 
 a mistake ; I thought this was a public conveyance," 
 and he arose to get out, after offering to pay for their 
 fare. We told him to sit still, as there was plenty 
 of room, and that the ride was as free as the gospel 
 we preached. At the end of the journey he thanked 
 us profoundly, saying we were different people than 
 he had thought we were, and went on his way to 
 Wick, where he was to attend a funeral. 
 
 One of the most delightful experiences of my life 
 was a trip to the Holy Land in 1898. I was accom- 
 panied by my wife, one of my sons, my brother, and 
 a few friends. One of the most genial members of 
 the company was the late Roswell P. Flower, with 
 whom we had the pleasure of traveling for more than 
 three months. We sailed from New York in Janu- 
 ary, made a short stop at Gibraltar, and dropped 
 anchor at Alexandria. Cairo we reached by rail. 
 We saw the pyramids, the Gizeh Museum, and the 
 Howling Dervishes ; made an excursion to Heliopolis, 
 and took the trip up the Nile to the First Cataract, 
 visiting the usual places, such as Luxor and Karnak. 
 At the latter place we met the old Arab who dis- 
 covered the mummy of Rameses H. We asked him if 
 he would allow us to take a snapshot of him. This 
 
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 he at first refused, but the glint of the bright Egyp- 
 tian sun on the proffered piece of silver secured his 
 consent. 
 
 After spending about forty days in Egypt we 
 started for Palestine in March — by a provokingly slow 
 train from Cairo to Port Said, and thence by one of 
 the regular mail steamers to Jaffa. In the Holy Land 
 we followed much the usual round — exploring Jerusa- 
 lem, Bethlehem, Jericho, Bethany and other historic 
 spots, and sharing the profound emotions that forever 
 stir the hearts of Christian tourists in Palestine. On 
 our way home we visited Constantinople, returning 
 via Athens, Naples and Rome — and, of course, taking 
 in Mt. Vesuvius. 
 
 All through this trip — here so briefly outlined — I 
 had occasion to sing the " Gospel Hymns " many 
 times. The first evening in Cairo I visited the Amer- 
 ican Mission. I found the building well filled with 
 Americans, Egyptians and English. A man on the 
 platform was giving an address on temperance. The 
 room was divided by a partition about two feet high, 
 separating the natives from the foreigners. I made 
 my way to a seat among the Americans, and had not 
 been there long when a missionary beside me leaned 
 over and said : '* Are you not Mr. Sankey ? " When I 
 replied that I was he said he hoped that I would sing 
 for them. I told him that, although I had come for 
 
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 rest, I would gladly sing if they had a small organ 
 or piano on which I might accompany myself. There 
 being no instrument in the church, the matter was 
 dropped. A few minutes later a lady pressed her way 
 into the pew behind me and, leaning over toward me, 
 said : " I am delighted to see you here to-night, and 
 I hope you will sing for us." 
 
 She proved to be a woman from my own county 
 in Pennsylvania. Being told that there was no instru- 
 ment in the church, she declared that she would soon 
 get one. She beckoned to four Egyptian soldiers to 
 follow her. In a few minutes they returned with a 
 small cabinet organ, which they placed on the plat- 
 form. At the conclusion of the address I gave a 
 service of song, lasting for a half hour, after which I 
 said good-night. But they refused to be satisfied, and 
 demanded more songs. Again a number of pieces 
 were rendered, and the service was finally closed. 
 
 While returning down the Nile I was often pre- 
 vailed upon by missionaries along the way where the 
 steamer stopped to give services of song. At several 
 of these services I found that the natives already knew 
 a number of our hymns. 
 
 In Jerusalem I started early one morning to visit 
 the Tower of David, which was located only a few 
 rods from the hotel. I was stopped by one of the 
 Sultan's soldiers, who informed me by signs and ges- 
 
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 ticulations that I could not ascend the tower without 
 a permit from the captain of the guard. I secured the 
 desired permit by the use of a little bakhsheesh, and 
 was escorted up the winding stairway by a savage- 
 looking soldier carrying a gun. From the top of the 
 tower may be seen one of the grandest and most inter- 
 esting scenes in the world. I determined to have at 
 least one song in honor of King David before descend- 
 ing. Selecting one of the most beautiful psalms, the 
 I2ist, " I to the hills will lift mine eyes," I began to 
 sing at the top of my voice, using the grand old tune, 
 " Belmont.'* The soldier, not acquainted with that 
 kind of performance, and perhaps never having heard 
 a sacred song in his life, rushed up to where I stood, 
 looking quite alarmed. I knew that he could not un- 
 derstand a word of what I was singing, so I kept right 
 on to the end of the psalm. Coming to the conclusion 
 by this time that I was not likely to do any special 
 damage either to him or to myself, the guard smiled 
 and tipped his cap as I finished. By tipping him I 
 returned the salutation, and then we passed down into 
 the Street of David. 
 
 A few hours later our party visited that portion 
 of the city called Mount Zion, where we entered the 
 fine school erected by an English bishop for the chil- 
 dren of Jerusalem. We were greeted by the principal, 
 who proved to have been a member of my choir at the 
 
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 meetings in London. I was invited to sing for the 
 children, and consented to do so if they would sing 
 for us first. I was much surprised to hear them sing 
 some of my own songs, as well as their native songs 
 in Arabic. I sang " The Ninety and Nine " and other 
 songs, much to the delight of the children. 
 
 Standing on the summit of the green hill far 
 away, outside the city wall, I sang the fine old gospel 
 hymn : " On Calvary's brow my Saviour died." While 
 at Constantinople I visited Robert College, where I 
 sang several hymns and gave an address to the Turk- 
 ish students; and also at the American and English 
 missions in that city I rendered my service of song. 
 In Rome I had the same pleasant experience, where I 
 held a number of services, both speaking and singing 
 in the English, American and Scotch churches. 
 
 On returning to America I visited the soldiers in 
 camp at Tampa, Florida, where I held several serv- 
 ices. I was here invited by Theodore Roosevelt, then 
 Colonel of the Rough Riders, to conduct services at 
 his camp, but a previous engagement prevented my 
 accepting. 
 
 The following year I again visited Great Britain, 
 where I held services of " Sacred Song and Story " in 
 thirty cities and towns. The result was that my health 
 broke down. Later I lost my eyesight. 
 
 My friend, Dwight Lyman Moody, was born Feb- 
 
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 ruary 5, 1837, at Northfield, Massachusetts. His 
 father, who was a stone mason, died when the lad was 
 about four years old. Many years later Mr. Moody 
 was laying the corner-stone of the first building at 
 Northfield. His friends had secured a silver trowel 
 for him, but he refused to use it. He had been at 
 his mother's home, and in the garret he had found 
 one of his father's old trowels with which he had 
 earned bread for the family. 
 
 " You may keep the silver trowel," Mr. Moody 
 said ; " this one is good enough for me." 
 
 Mr. Moody used to tell of how he earned his first 
 money by driving the neighbors' cows to and from 
 pasture at two cents a day. When he was eight years 
 old a man who owned a mortgage on his mother's little 
 farm came to the house one day and told the widow 
 that she must pay the mortgage or get out of the 
 house. The poor woman was sick at the time. She 
 turned over in the bed and prayed that God would 
 help her. Then she wrote to her brother, and he 
 helped her by paying the interest on the mortgage for 
 several years. At last, by economy and industry, the 
 family was able to clear off the mortgage and retain 
 the home. Many years afterward, by God's blessing, 
 young Dwight was able to secure the farm belonging 
 to the man who had once held the mortgage, and on 
 that farm is now located the school of Mount Her- 
 
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 mon, established for the education of young men. 
 
 At the age of nineteen young Moody left the 
 farm and went to Boston, where he entered a shoe 
 store owned by his uncle. In Boston he was con- 
 verted through the preaching of Dr. Kirk, at the 
 Mount Vernon Church. After remaining in Boston 
 for some time, Moody went to Chicago, where he 
 found employment in a shoe store owned by a Mr. 
 Henderson. He made a good record in business, and 
 sold more shoes than any other clerk in the establish- 
 ment. And whenever Mr. Henderson heard of the 
 failure of any of his customers in the towns about 
 Chicago, he would always send Moody to collect the 
 debts, as he invariably arrived there ahead of all other 
 creditors. 
 
 While he was thus engaged Mr. Moody did not 
 lose zeal in religious matters. He was very active in 
 the work of the Young Men's Christian Association, 
 and was soon elected president of the branch located 
 at Farwell Hall. He also became much interested in 
 Sunday-school work, hiring a saloon for use on 
 Sundays. 
 
 In his Sunday-school was a wicked and unruly 
 young man, who constantly disturbed the exercises. 
 Mr.- Moody remonstrated with him a number of times, 
 but to no avail. Finally, taking the young man into 
 an adjoining room, he gave him a severe chastising. 
 
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 When Moody returned, flushed with excitement, he 
 said to his assistant superintendent: "I think I have 
 saved that young man." And truly he had, for from 
 that time the young disturber became an earnest 
 Christian, and was one of Moody's warmest and best 
 supporters for many years. Mr. Moody's Sunday- 
 school work grew until he had one of the largest 
 schools in Chicago, in what was known as the Illinois 
 Street Church. There I joined him in 1871, acting 
 as his chorister until we went to England in 1873, 
 after which we continued to work together for about 
 a quarter of a century. 
 
 Dwight Iv. Moody was the greatest and noblest 
 man I have ever known. His strongest characteristic 
 was common sense. The poor heard him gladly, as 
 they did his Master of old ; the rich and learned were 
 charmed by his simple, earnest words. He will not 
 only be remembered for his extended evangelistic 
 work, but also for the two noble schools which he 
 founded. 
 
 Those schools at Northfield and Mount Hermon, 
 Massachusetts, originated in this way: One day, in 
 the early seventies, Mr. Moody drove up into the 
 mountains near his mother's home. Stopping at a 
 much dilapidated farmhouse, he hitched his horse to 
 the fence and went in. The man of the family was 
 sick in bed ; the mother and two daughters were mak- 
 
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 ing straw hats, by which to support the family. 
 Moody said to them : 
 
 " What are you going to do ? This old farm is 
 unable to maintain your family." 
 
 The girls answered that if they could obtain an 
 education in some way they might afterward be 
 able to earn sufficient money for the support of their 
 parents. 
 
 " Well, let us pray about it," said Moody. After 
 the prayer he gave them a little money, got into 
 his carriage, and started back down the mountain to 
 the village. I met him on his return, and he said to 
 me : "I have made up my mind to start a school for 
 poor girls in New England." Later it was proposed 
 to utilize the royalty received from our hymn-books 
 for the erection of buildings. 
 
 To this I heartily agreed, and this was the begin- 
 ning of the now famous Northfield schools. The first 
 students in the school were the poor girls who were 
 making the straw hats. The story of these two girls, 
 and of Mr. Moody's visit to them, I told some years 
 afterward to a number of summer guests at Lake 
 Mohonk. The proprietor of the hotel, Mr. Smiley, 
 being much impressed, took his hat and collected 
 among the guests $1,500 for the school. On receiv- 
 ing the offering next day, Moody said to me that it 
 was the most providential thing, as they were just that 
 
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 amount short in making up the annual accounts of the 
 school. 
 
 Some time after the establishment of the girls' 
 school a wealthy gentleman from New Haven was 
 visiting Northfield. He sought Mr. Moody's advice 
 concerning the making of his will, and Mr. Moody 
 said : " Be your own executor and have the joy of 
 giving your own money." He then asked Mr. Moody 
 to suggest a worthy object, and Mr. Moody outlined 
 his plan for a boys* school. 
 
 " I will give $25,000 to commence with," said the 
 old, white-haired man. 
 
 The offer was gladly accepted. It was this money 
 which Mr. Moody used for buying the farm of the 
 man who had ordered his widowed mother from her 
 home. On this farm, situated four and a half miles 
 from the girls' school, across the Connecticut River, 
 are now located a number of buildings, in which 
 young men from all over the world are educated. 
 About a thousand students attend the schools every 
 year. One hundred dollars a year is charged for 
 each student, but pupils are expected to do whatevei 
 work they can to help along. 
 
 After forty-four years of faithful and consecrated 
 labor for his Master, Mr. Moody passed on to his 
 reward December 22, 1899. 
 
 The last meeting Mr. Moody and I held together 
 
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 was in Dr. Storrs* church, in Brooklyn. His subject 
 at this time was '' Mary and Martha." I had often 
 Hstened to him speaking on these two friends of Jesus 
 before, but never with greater pleasure than on this 
 occasion. His heart seemed very tender, as he talked 
 in a quiet and sympathetic way about Mary, Martha, 
 and their brother Lazarus, and the love and sympathy 
 that existed between them and Jesus. The hearts of 
 all present seemed deeply moved, and many strong 
 men, unused to tears, were unable to hide their emo- 
 tion. Hundreds tarried after the meeting to shake 
 hands, many recalling memories of blessings received 
 in the meetings in this city twenty-five years before. 
 Mr. Moody seemed to have just as much power and 
 unction upon him in this meeting as I had ever wit- 
 nessed during all the long years of our united labors. 
 Little did I think that this was to be our last service 
 together. A few weeks later I spent a Sunday with 
 him in New York, walking with him to Dr. Hall's 
 church and back to the hotel, where we parted for 
 the last time. 
 
 On my way from Canada I stopped over one night 
 in Rochester to hold a service of " Sacred Song and 
 Story," and there I received the last letter from him. 
 It was dated at Northfield, November 6, 1899, con- 
 taining nine pages, in which he spoke of his work in 
 Northfield and Chicago. He also told me he was 
 
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 due in New York at 3.30 on Wednesday, and asked 
 if I could meet him at the Murray Hill Hotel. I at 
 once telegraphed that I would come down on the 
 night express and see him the next morning. When 
 I arrived he had gone. I learned later that he went 
 to Philadelphia on Wednesday evening, spending an 
 hour with friends there, and took the night train for 
 Kansas City, where he fell in the front of the battle, 
 as brave a soldier of the cross as ever won a victor's 
 crown. 
 
♦ga^EFORE sending: forth this book on its 
 Ify mission I wish to express my thank- 
 fuhiess to Almigfhty God for having 
 permitted me to live^ move and have my 
 being:; iot the promise which he hath given 
 of eternal life throug:h his name ; and for the 
 confidence that I shall be with him by and by 
 in the land where there is no more pain^ 
 sorrow or deaths and where he shall wipe all 
 tears from our eyes« 
 
 My three latest favorite song:St ^ Hiding: 
 in Thee,'* ^'Therell be no Dark VaUey,'^ 
 and ** Saved by Grace/' besides the old famil- 
 iar ''Ninety and Nine,^ are herewith re- 
 produced, as an appropriate closing: for this 
 autobiographical sketch* 
 
 c 
 
Hiding in Thee 
 
 Rkv. William O. Cushino. Ira D. Sanket. 
 
 Copyright, 1877. by Biglow ^k Main. Used by permission 
 
 1. O safe 
 
 2. In the calm 
 
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 val - ley when Je - sus comes; There'll be no dark val - ley when Je - sus comes 
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Saved by Grace* 
 
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 That when my Sav - iour ope's the gate, My soul to Him may take its flight. 
 
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 The Ninety and Nine* 
 
 Copyright, I8T4, by The Biglow & Main Co. 
 
 Ira D. Sahkkt. 
 
 1. There were nine-ty ana nine that safe 
 
 2. "Lord, Thou hast here Thy nine - ty 
 8. But none of the ran-somcd ev 
 
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 and nine; Are they not e - nough for 
 
 er itnew How deep were the wa- ters 
 
 fold, But one was out on the hills a - way, Far off from the 
 
 Thee?" But the Shep-herd made an swer: '* This of mme Has wan - dered 
 cross'd ; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord pass'd thro' Ere He found Hia 
 
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 And, al - though the road be rough and steep, I 
 Out m the des • ert He heard its cry — 
 
 
 way from the tender Shepherd's care, A-way from the ten-der Shen-herd'a care, 
 go to the desert to find my sheep, 1 go to the desert to fiiid my sheep." 
 Sick and helpless, and ready to die, Sick and helpless, and ready to die. 
 
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 4 " Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way 
 
 That mark out the mountain's track?" 
 "They were shed for one who had gone astray 
 
 Ere the Shepherd could bring him back. " 
 "Lord, whence arc Thy hands so rent and torn?" 
 "They are pierced to-night by many a thorn." 
 
 5 But all thro' the mountains, thunder riven, 
 
 And up from the rocky steep, 
 There arose a glad cry to the gate of heaven, 
 
 "Rejoice! I nave found my sheep!" 
 And the Angels echoed around the throne, 
 "Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His ownl *' 
 
SANKEY'S STORY OF 
 THE GOSPEL HYMNS 
 
SANKEY'S STORY OF THE 
 GOSPEL HYMNS 
 
 A Mighty Fortress 
 
 Words by Martin Luther Music by Martin Luther 
 
 "A mighty fortress is our God, 
 A bulwark never failing." 
 
 Martin Luther, the great leader of the Reforma- 
 tion, is the author of both the words and music of this 
 famous hymn, probably written in 1521. Two of the 
 most popular English translations are by the Rev. Dr. 
 F. H. Hedge and Thomas Carlyle. 
 
 While Luther was still living his enemies in the 
 Roman Catholic Church declared that the whole Ger- 
 man people were singing themselves into Luther's 
 doctrines, and that his hymns " destroyed more souls 
 than all his writings and sermons." 
 
 During the prolonged contest of the Reformation 
 period "A Mighty Fortress" was of incalculable benefit 
 and comfort to the Protestant people, and it became the 
 national hymn of Germany. Gustavus Adolphus, the 
 hero of the Thirty Years' War, used it as his battle- 
 hymn, when he led his troops to meet Wallenstein. 
 
 The first line of this hymn is inscribed on Luther's 
 monument in Wittenburg. Luther himself found great 
 comfort in his hymn. When dangers thickened around 
 
 117 
 
1 1 8 Sankey's Story 
 
 him he would turn to his companion, Melanchthon, 
 and say : ''Come, Philip, let us sing the 46th Psalm" — 
 and they would sing it in this characteristic version. 
 
 In 1720 a remarkable revival began in a town in 
 Moravia. Jesuits opposed it, and the meetings were 
 prohibited. Those who still assembled were seized and 
 imprisoned in stables and cellars. At David Nitsch- 
 mann's house, where a hundred and fifty persons gath- 
 ered, the police broke in and seized the books. Not 
 dismayed, the congregation struck up the stanza of 
 Luther's hymn, 
 
 "And though this world, with devils filled. 
 
 Should threaten to undo us; 
 We will not fear, for God hath willed 
 His truth to triumph through us," 
 
 Twenty heads of families were for this sent to jail, in- 
 cluding Nitschmann, who was treated with special 
 severity. He finally escaped, fled to the Moravians at 
 Herrnhut, became a bishop, and afterwards joined the 
 Wesleys in 1735 in their expedition to Savannah, 
 Georgia. 
 
 A Shelter in the Time of Storm 
 
 Words by V. J. Charlesworth Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 ** The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, 
 A shelter in the time of storm." 
 
 I found this hymn in a small paper published in 
 London, called " The Postman." It was said to be a 
 favorite song of the fishermen on the north coast of 
 England, and they were often heard singing it as they 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 119 
 
 approached their harbors in the time of storm. As 
 the hymn was set to a w eird min or tune, I decided to \ 
 compose one that would be more practical, one that ' 
 could be more easily sung by the people. 
 
 A Sinner Forgiven 
 
 Words by Jeremiah J. Callahan Music by I. B. Woodbury 
 
 " To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair; 
 She heard in the city that Jesus was there. 
 
 "Mr. F. Markham, connected with a large and 
 well-known piano factory, was leading an ungodly 
 and heedless life," says a London periodical. " One 
 day he saw an announcement that Moody and Sankey 
 were to open a mission at St. Pancras that evening. 
 Instantly he resolved to go and hear the singing. He 
 and a companion reached the hall in good time, as 
 they thought, only to find it crowded to the doors. An 
 overflow meeting was announced at a neighboring 
 church, and thither they went. By and by Mr. Sankey 
 sang *To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair.' 
 As Markham listened, his past life seemed to rise be- 
 fore him; the tears rushed into his eyes; his heart 
 seemed broken. Coming out, he asked his companion 
 what he thought of it. ' Oh,' was the careless reply, 
 ' he is a nice singer.' ' Is that all ? It has broken my 
 heart.' Ere long he could say, in the words of the 
 song, 'He looked on his lost one; my sins are for- 
 given.' When he got home his wife was amazed at 
 what had come over him, and could not make out 
 where he had been. She had been converted years 
 
I20 Sankey^s Story 
 
 before, but had backslidden. She accompanied him to 
 the mission on the following evening, and was happily 
 received. The man became a Christian worker, and is 
 the founder and superintendent of the Tahhall Road 
 Factory Lads' Home and Institution. 
 
 Abide With Me 
 
 Words by H. F. Lyte Music by William H. Monk 
 
 "Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide, 
 The darkness deepens — Lord, with me abide." 
 
 One of the many instances of the power of this hymn 
 has been recorded by Dr. Theodore L. Cuyler : " Dur- 
 ing my active pastorate I often got better sermons from 
 my people than I ever gave them. I recall now a most 
 touching and sublime scene that I once witnessed in 
 the death-chamber of a noble woman who had suffered 
 for many months from an excruciating malady. The 
 end was drawing near. She seemed to be catching a 
 foregleam of the glory that awaited her. With trem- 
 ulous tones she began to recite Henry Lyte's matchless 
 hymn, ' Abide with me ! Fast falls the eventide.' One 
 line after another was feebly repeated, until, with a 
 rapturous sweetness, she exclaimed : 
 
 'Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes. 
 Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies; 
 Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee! 
 In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.' 
 
 " As I came away from that room, which had been 
 as the vestibule of heaven, I understood how the * light 
 of eventide * could be only a flashing forth of the over- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 121 
 
 whelming glory that plays forever around the throne 
 of God." 
 
 Henry Francis Lyte wrote this hymn in 1847, i" 
 his fifty-fourth year, when he felt the eventide of life 
 approaching. For twenty years he had ministered to 
 a lowly congregation in Devonshire. He decided to 
 spend the next winter in Italy, on account of rapidly 
 declining health. On a Sunday in September — in 
 weakness, and against the advice of his friends — he 
 preached a farewell sermon to his much-loved people, 
 and in the evening of the same day he wrote this im- 
 mortal hymn. He died a few weeks later, his last 
 words being "Peace, joy !" 
 
 All to Christ I Owe 
 
 Words by Mrs. Elvina M. Hall Music by John T. Grape 
 
 "1 hear the Saviour say, 
 Thy strength indeed is small." 
 
 " Our church was undergoing some alterations," 
 writes Mr. Grape, " and the cabinet organ was placed 
 in my care. Thus afforded a pleasure not before en- 
 joyed, I delighted myself in playing over our Sunday- 
 school hymns. I determined to give tangible shape to 
 a theme that had been running in my mind for some 
 time — to write, if possible, an answer to Mr. Brad- 
 bury*s beautiful piece, 'Jesus paid it all." I made it a 
 matter of prayer and study, and gave to the public the 
 music, now known as the tune to 'All to Christ I owe.* 
 It was pronounced very poor by my choir and my 
 friends, but my dear wife persistently declared that it 
 
122 Sankey's Story 
 
 was a good piece of music and would live. Time has 
 proved the correctness of her judgment. Soon after 
 the Rev. Mr. Schrick called on me to select anything 
 new in music that I had to offer. On hearing this 
 piece he expressed his pleasure with it, and stated 
 that Mrs. Elvina M. Hall had written some words 
 which he thought would just suit the music. I gave 
 him a copy of it, and it was soon sung in several 
 churches and well received. At the suggestion of 
 friends, I sent a copy to Professor Theodore Perkins, 
 and it was published in 'Sabbath Chords.' Under the 
 providence of God, it has been going ever since. I 
 trust that it has not failed in the accomplishment of 
 some good to my fellow-men, for the glory of God." 
 
 On New Year's night, 1886, some missionaries 
 were holding open-air services in order to attract 
 passers-by to a near-by mission, where meetings were 
 to be held later. "All to Christ I owe" was sung, and 
 after a gentleman had given a short address he 
 hastened away to the mission. He soon heard foot- 
 steps close behind him and a young woman caught up 
 with him and said : 
 
 " I heard you addressing the open-air meeting 
 just now; do you think, sir, that Jesus could save a 
 sinner like me ? " 
 
 The gentleman replied that there was no doubt 
 about that, if she was anxious to be saved. She told 
 him that she was a servant girl, and had left her place 
 that morning after a disagreement with her mistress. 
 As she had been wandering about the streets in the 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 123 
 
 dark, wondering where she was to spend the night, the 
 sweet melodies of this hymn had attracted her, and 
 she drew near and listened attentively. As the differ- 
 ent verses were being sung, she felt that the words 
 surely had something to do with her. Through the 
 whole service she seemed to hear what met her op- 
 pressed soul's need at that moment. God's Spirit had 
 showed her what a poor, sinful and wretched creature 
 she was, and had led her to ask what she must do. 
 On hearing her experience, the gentleman took her 
 back to the mission and left her with the ladies in 
 charge. The young, wayward woman was brought to 
 Christ that night. A situation was secured for her 
 in a minister's family. There she became ill and had 
 to be taken to a hospital. She rapidly failed and it 
 became evident that she would not be long on earth. 
 One day the gentleman whom she met on New Year's 
 night was visiting her in the ward. After quoting a 
 few suitable verses of Scripture, he repeated her 
 favorite hymn, "All to Christ I owe." On coming to 
 the fourth verse — 
 
 "When from my dying bed 
 
 My ransomed soul shall rise, 
 Then 'Jesus paid it all,* 
 Shall rend the vaulted skies,'* 
 
 she seemed overwhelmed with the thought of coming 
 glory, and repeated the chorus so precious to her, 
 
 "Jesus paid it all. 
 All to Him I owe." 
 
 Two hours afterward she passed away. 
 
124 Sankey's Story 
 
 Almost Persuaded 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "'Almost persuaded,' now to believe; 
 ' Almost persuaded/ Christ to receive." 
 
 " He who is almost persuaded is almost saved, 
 and to be almost saved is to be entirely lost," were the 
 words with which the Rev. Mr. Brundage ended one 
 of his sermons. P. P. Bliss, who was in the audience, 
 was much impressed with the thought, and immedi- 
 ately set about the composition of what proved to be 
 one of his most popular songs. 
 
 One of the most impressive occasions on which 
 this hymn was sung was in the Agricultural Hall in 
 London, in 1874, when Mr. Gladstone was present. 
 At the close of his sermon Mr. Moody asked the con- 
 gregation to bow their heads, while I sang "Almost 
 Persuaded." The stillness of death prevailed through- 
 out the audience of over fifteen thousand, as souls 
 were making their decisions for Christ. 
 
 "While engaged in evangelistic work in western 
 Pennsylvania," writes the Rev. A. J. Furman, " I 
 saw the people deeply moved by singing. I had begun 
 my preparation to preach in the evening, from the 
 text, 'Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian,' 
 
 when it occurred to me that if Mrs. B , an estimable 
 
 Christian and a most excellent singer, would sing, 
 'Almost Persuaded' as a solo, great good might be 
 done. At once I left the room and called on the 
 lady, who consented to sing as requested. When I 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 125 
 
 had finished my sermon, she sang the song with won- 
 derful pathos and power. It moved many to tears. 
 Among them was the principal of the high school, 
 who could not resist the appeal through that song. 
 He and several others found the Pearl of Great Price 
 before the next day. After the close of the sermon, I 
 
 spoke to Mrs. B about the effect of her singing, 
 
 and she told me that she had been praying earnestly 
 all that afternoon, that she might so sing as to win 
 sinners for her Saviour that night, and her prayers 
 were surely answered." 
 
 "It was Sunday night, November 18, 1883," 
 writes Mr. S. W. Tucker, of Clapton, London, "when 
 I heard you sing 'Almost Persuaded' in the Priory 
 Hall, Islington, London, and God used that song in 
 drawing me to the feet of Jesus. I was afraid to trust 
 myself in His hands for fear of man. For six weeks 
 that hymn was ringing in my ears, till I accepted the 
 invitation. I came, and am now rejoicing in the Lord, 
 my Saviour. How often, with tears of joy and love, 
 have I thought of those meetings and of you and dear 
 Mr. Moody, who showed me and other sinners where 
 there was love, happiness and joy.'* 
 
 Said a young man to the Rev. Mr. Young : "I in- 
 tend to become a Christian some time, but not now. 
 Don't trouble yourself about me. I'll tend to it in good 
 time." A few weeks after, the man was injured in a 
 saw-mill, and, as he lay dying, Mr. Young was called 
 to him. He found him in despair, saying: "Leave 
 
126 Sankey's Story 
 
 me alone. At your meeting I was almost persuaded, 
 but I would not yield, and now it is too late. Oh, 
 get my wife, my sisters and my brothers to seek God, 
 and do it now, but leave me alone, for I am lost.'* 
 Within an hour he passed away, with these words on 
 his lips, '1 am lost, I am lost, just because I would 
 not yield when I was almost persuaded." 
 
 Are You Coming Home To-night ? 
 
 Words by C. C. Music by James McGranahan 
 
 " Are you coming Home, ye wand'rers 
 Whom Jesus died to win? " 
 
 A wild young soldier was induced to attend a Gos- 
 pel meeting in London. As he entered, the congrega- 
 tion was singing '' Are you coming Home to-night ? " 
 The song made a deep impression upon him. He 
 came back the next night, and he continued to attend 
 until he was saved. " I had to come," he said ; " that 
 hymn would not let me stay away. I could not sleep 
 at night. All night long that question of the song, 
 both in the words and music, kept returning to me, 
 demanding an answer: *Are you coming Home to- 
 night?'" 
 
 The original of this hymn was written by a young 
 lady in Scotland, who signed herself " C. C." Falling 
 into Mr. McGranahan's hands, he arranged the poem 
 somewhat differently, and set the words to music. 
 The song has brought blessing to many. 
 
JAMES McGRANAHAN 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 129 
 
 Arise, My Soul, Arise 
 
 Words by Charles Wesley Music by Lewis Edson 
 
 " Arise, my soul, arise, 
 Shake off thy guilty fears." 
 
 First published in 1742 under the title, "Behold 
 the Man," this became one of the most useful of 
 Charles Wesley's numerous hymns. In universal use 
 in English countries, and translated into many lan- 
 guages, it has been the direct instrumentality in the 
 conversion of thousands of souls. It has found ex- 
 pression in the exultant cry on the lips of many a 
 dying saint. 
 
 "I have a record," said a Wesleyan missionary 
 
 laboring in the West Indies, *'of two hundred persons, 
 
 young and old, who received the most direct evidence 
 
 of the forgiveness of their sins while singing 'Arise, 
 
 my soul.' The conversion of the greater number of 
 
 these persons took place while I was a missionary 
 
 abroad." 
 
 Art Thou Weary ? 
 
 Words by the Rev. J. M. Neale, trans. Music by the Rev. Henry W. Baker 
 
 " Art thou weary, art thou languid, 
 Art thou sore distressed?" 
 
 "Some years ago," writes Mr. James A. Watson, 
 of Blackburn, England, "I often visited one of our 
 adult Sunday-school scholars who had just been 
 brought to the knowledge of the Saviour. She was 
 formerly a Roman Catholic, but was brought to our 
 church one Sunday evening by a fellow-worker in a 
 cotton mill. She heard a gospel of full and free sal- 
 vation, embraced it, and gradually became a faith-filled, 
 consistent Christian. She was laid low with a serious 
 
130 Sankeys Story 
 
 illness, but it was always a pleasure to visit her. On 
 one occasion she told me that the evening before, when 
 she had been left alone for the night, a cloud came 
 over her spirit, the sense of loneliness grew upon her, 
 and she seemed forsaken of God. All looked blacky 
 and she dreaded the long, lone night. This was a 
 most unusual thing and she wondered why it should 
 be so. Just then, in the quiet night, she heard steps 
 on the flags of the foot-way. A man wearing the clogs 
 of the factory operator was coming along, evidently 
 returning late from some religious meeting. He was 
 full of joy, for before he reached the house where my 
 scholar was lying awake, he struck up in a joyful and 
 loud song, 
 
 "Art thou weary, art thou languid? 
 Art thou sore distressed? 
 'Come to Me/ saith One; 
 And coming, be at rest!" 
 
 The singer, 'an angel in clogs,' went on his way, sing- 
 ing aloud out of a full heart ; but deep down into the 
 heart of the lonely woman went the words, 'Be at rest !' 
 Again she cast herself upon the Lord; the cloud 
 parted, peace and rest filled her heart, and she doubted 
 
 no more." 
 
 Asleep in Jesus 
 
 Words by Mrs. Margaret Mackay Music by W. B. Bradbury 
 
 "Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! 
 From which none ever wake to weep." 
 
 " I had been driven in a friend's pony-carriage 
 through some of the exquisite green lanes in Devon- 
 shire," wrote the author of this hymn the year before 
 her death. " We paused at Pennycross, attracted by 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 131 
 
 a rural burial-ground, and went in to look at the 
 graves. It was a place of such sweet, entire repose 
 as to leave a lasting impression on the memory. There 
 were no artificial walks or decorations, but the grass 
 was very green, and there were no unsightly signs of 
 neglect. On one of the stones were the words, 
 ' Sleeping in Jesus.' It was in such entire keeping with 
 the lovely and peaceful surroundings that it clung to 
 my thoughts. On arriving at home I took a pencil 
 and commenced writing the hymn, little thinking that 
 i1 was destined to find so much favor, and that part of 
 it would be inscribed on many tombstones." 
 
 Mrs. Mackay was born in Scotland, and died at 
 Cheltenham, England, in 1887, at the age of eighty- 
 five. Her husband was a distinguished lieutenant- 
 colonel in the British army. 
 
 At the Cross 
 
 Words by Isaac Watts Music by R. E. Hudson 
 
 "Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 And did my Sovereign die?" 
 
 " At the Cross " is the name of the new tune by 
 R. E. Hudson for the old hymn by Watts, " Alas, and 
 did my Saviour bleed." The words were first pub- 
 lished in Watts' ''Hymns and Spiritual Songs," in 
 1707, under the title, " Godly Sorrow Arising from the 
 Sufferings of Christ." In '' Sacred Songs and Solos " 
 the new tune is used to the hymn " I'm not ashamed 
 to own my Lord." 
 
 The children's evangelist, E. P. Hammond, 
 credits this hymn with his conversion, when he was 
 only seventeen years old. 
 
132 Sankey's Story 
 
 Beautiful River 
 
 Words by Robert Lowry Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 "Shall we gather at the river 
 Where bright angel feet have trod?" 
 
 On a sultry afternoon in July, 1864, Dr. Lowry 
 was sitting at his study table in Elliott Place, Brooklyn, 
 when the words of the hymn, " Shall we gather at the 
 river ?" came to him. He recorded them hastily, and 
 then sat down before his parlor organ and composed 
 the tune which is now sung in all the Sunday-schools 
 of the world. In speaking of the song. Dr. Lowry 
 said: 
 
 '' It is brass-band music, has a march movement, 
 and for that reason has become popular, though, for 
 myself, I do not think much of it. Yet on several 
 occasions I have been deeply moved by the singing of 
 this very hymn. Going from Harrisburg to Lewisburg 
 once I got into a car filled with half-drunken lumber- 
 men. Suddenly one of them struck up, * Shall we 
 gather at the river?' and they sang it over and over 
 again, repeating the chorus in a wild, boisterous way. 
 I did not think so much of the music then, as I listened 
 to those singers ; but I did think that perhaps the spirit 
 of the hymn, the words so flippantly uttered, might 
 somehow survive and be carried forward into the lives 
 of those careless men, and ultimately lift them upward 
 to the realization of the hope expressed in the hymn. 
 A different appreciation of it was evinced during the 
 Robert Raikes centennial. I was in London, and had 
 gone to a meeting in the Old Bailey to see some of the 
 most famous Sunday-school workers of the world. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 133 
 
 They were present from Europe, Asia and America. 
 I sat in a rear seat alone. After there had been a num- 
 ber of addresses deHvered in various languages I was 
 preparing to leave, when the chairman of the meeting 
 announced that the author of * Shall we gather at the 
 river ? ' was present, and I was requested by name to 
 come forward. Men applauded and women waved 
 their handkerchiefs as I went to the platform. It was 
 a tribute to the hymn ; but I felt, after it was over, that 
 I had perhaps done some little good in the world." 
 
 The year after it was written, on Children's Day, 
 in Brooklyn, when the assembled Sunday-schools of 
 the city met in bewildering array, this song was sung 
 by more than forty thousand voices. There was not 
 a child from the gutter or a mission waif who did not 
 know it. 
 
 An American lady writing from Cairo, who was 
 allowed to visit the military hospital soon after some 
 wounded men had been brought in from a skirmish, 
 says : " The three hours we could stay were full of 
 work for heart and hand. One young soldier from a 
 Highland regiment especially excited my interest. He 
 had lost a limb, and the doctor said he could not live 
 through the night. I stopped at his side to see whether 
 there was anything that I could do for him. He lay 
 with closed eyes ; and as his lips moved I caught the 
 words, ' Mother, mother.' I dipped my handkerchief 
 in a basin of iced water, and bathed his forehead where 
 the fever flushes burned. 
 
134 Sankeys Story 
 
 " 'Oh, that is good !' he said, opening his eyes. 
 Seeing me bending over him, he caught my hand and 
 kissed it. ' Thank you, lady,' he said ; ' it 'minds me o' 
 mother.' 
 
 *' I asked him if I could write to his mother. No, 
 he said ; the surgeon had promised to write ; but could 
 I, would I, sing to him? I hesitated a moment, and 
 looked around. The gleam on the yellow water of the 
 Nile, as the western rays slanted down, caught my eye 
 and suggested the river the streams of which shall 
 make glad the city of God. I began to sing in a low 
 voice the gospel hymn, ' Shall we gather at the river? ' 
 Eager heads were raised around us to listen more in- 
 tently, while bass and tenor voices, weak and tremu- 
 lous, came in on the chorus, — 
 
 *Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
 The beautiful, the beautiful river; 
 Gather with the saints at the river 
 That flows by the throne of God.' 
 
 " When the song was ended, I looked into the face 
 of the boy — for he was not over twenty — and asked, 
 * Shall you be there ? ' 
 
 " ' Yes, I'll be there, through what the Lord Jesus 
 has done for me ? ' he answered, with his blue eyes 
 shining, while a 'light that never was on sea or land ' 
 irradiated his face. The tears gathered in my eyes as 
 I thought of the mother, in her far-off Scottish home, 
 watching and waiting for tidings of her soldier boy, 
 who was breathing away his life in an Egyptian hos- 
 pital. 
 
 " ' Come again, lady, come again,' I heard on all 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 135 
 
 sides as we left the barracks. I shall go ; but I shall 
 not find my Scottish laddie, for by to-morrow's reveille 
 he will have crossed the river," 
 
 Beautiful Valley of Eden 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. O. Gushing Music by William F. Sherwin 
 
 "Beautiful valley of Eden! 
 Sweet is thy noon-tide calm." 
 
 " One day in 1875 ^ ^^^ reaching up for a bless- 
 ing," says the author of these words, "when suddenly 
 there came down upon my heart a vision of the heav- 
 enly country. I seemed to look down upon a river 
 that like a mighty tide rolled beneath me. Across, on 
 the other side of this river, I saw an enchanted land ; its 
 hills and valleys were sleeping in a heavenly calm. It 
 was more beautiful than words can tell, and my heart 
 seemed to be there. As I gazed on the scene, there 
 came to my lips the words, ' Beautiful valley of Eden.' 
 The vision remained until I had written down the 
 hymn ; then it gradually faded from my sight. But I 
 want to say that the beauty of the hymn is largely due 
 to Mr. Sherwin, who, by his rich melody, has reached 
 a deeper chord than any mere words could ever have 
 reached." 
 
 Beulah Land 
 
 Words by E. P. Stitea Music by John R. Sweney 
 
 "Fve reached the land of corn and wine, 
 And all its riches freely mine." 
 
 First sung at Ocean Grove, New Jersey, at a great 
 gathering of MetlioHists, this hymn at once became 
 very popular. It has been sung in every land where 
 
136 Sankey's Story 
 
 the name of Christ is known. The secretary of the 
 Young Men's Christian Association at Plymouth, Eng- 
 land, wrote me a beautiful story of a young lady, who 
 sang it on her dying bed as she passed into the land 
 that is fairer than day. 
 
 I sang this favorite song over the dead body of my 
 friend, Mr. Sweney, at the church of which he was a 
 leading member, in West Chester, Pennsylvania, on 
 the day of his burial. 
 
 Blessed Assurance 
 
 Words by Fanny J, Crosby Music by Mrs. Joseph F. Knapp 
 
 "Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! 
 O, what a foretaste of glory divine!" 
 
 " During the recent war in the Transvaal," said a 
 gentleman at my meeting in Exeter Hall, London, in 
 1900, " when the soldiers going to the front were pass- 
 ing another body of soldiers whom they recognized, 
 their greetings used to be, * Four-nine-four, boys ; four- 
 nine-four;' and the salute would invariably be an- 
 swered with ' Six further on, boys ; six further on.' 
 The significance of this was that, in * Sacred Songs 
 and Solos,' a number of copies of the small edition of 
 which had been sent to the front, number 494 was, 
 * God be with you till we meet again ;' and six further 
 on than 494, or number 500, was ' Blessed Assurance, 
 Jesus is mine.' " 
 
 One of the most popular and useful of the " Gos- 
 pel Hymns," this was sung by a large delegation of 
 
JOHN R. SWENEY 
 
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 Christian Endeavorers on the train to Minneapolis^ 
 some years ago. And it was often sung at night as 
 the street-cars were crowded with passengers on their 
 way to the Convention Hall, greatly to the delight 
 of the people of that city. 
 
 Blest be the Tie that Binds 
 
 Words by the Rev. John Fawcett Music by H. G. Nageli 
 
 "Blest be the tie that binds 
 Our hearts in Christian love." 
 
 Dr. John Fawcett was the pastor of a small church 
 at Wainsgate, and was called from there to a larger 
 church in London in 1772. He accepted the call and 
 preached his farewell sermon. The wagons were 
 loaded with his books and furniture, and all was ready 
 for the departure, when his parishioners gathered 
 around him, and with tears in their eyes begged of him 
 to stay. His wife said, " Oh, John, John, I cannot 
 bear this." " Neither can I," exclaimed the good par- 
 son, " and we will not go. Unload the wagons and put 
 everything as it was before." His decision was hailed 
 with great joy by his people, and he wrote the words 
 of this hymn in commemoration of the event. This 
 song, and " God be with you till we meet again," are 
 the most useful farewell hymns in the world. 
 
 Mr. Moody used to tell of a Sunday-school 
 teacher, to whom he had given a class of girls, who 
 one day came to Mr. Moody's store much disheartened. 
 
140 Sankey's Story 
 
 He had suffered from hemorrhage of the lungs, and 
 his doctor had ordered him to leave Chicago. He was 
 sad because he felt that he had not made a true effort 
 to save his class. At Mr. Moody's proposal that they 
 go to visit each of the class members, they took a 
 carriage and at once began the work, the young man 
 in his feebleness saying what he could to each. At a 
 farewell meeting where they were all gathered, they 
 endeavored to sing " Blest be the tie that binds," but 
 their hearts were full and their voices failed. Every 
 member of the class yielded her heart to God. 
 
 Calling Now 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "This loving Saviour stands patiently; 
 Tho' oft rejected, calls again for thee." 
 
 A song somewhat similar to this I remember sing- 
 ing as a solo in Mr. Moody's Tabernacle in Chicago 
 at the close of an evangelistic meeting in 1872. Mr. 
 Bliss came in late and stood just inside the door, listen- 
 ing. At the close of the meeting he came up to the 
 platform and spoke enthusiastically about the piece, 
 and remarked that he also would try to write a hymn 
 on "The Prodigal." Not long afterward I heard him 
 sing this beautiful hymn, which he himself entitled 
 " Calling Now." It has been especially useful in 
 inquiry-meetings and at the close of evangelistic ad- 
 dresses. I have often heard it sung with great effect — 
 very softly by a choir, while the workers were speaking 
 to the anxious ones — and its soft, sweet, pleading tones 
 were always blessed to the hearers. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 141 
 
 "Come" 
 
 Words by Mrs. James G. Johnson Music by James McGranahan 
 
 " O word of words the sweetest, 
 O word, in which there lie — " 
 
 As these words were sung at one of our meetings 
 in Baltimore, a man arose and left the building, declar- 
 ing that he had never heard such twaddle in all his life. 
 When he reached home he tore the hymn out of his 
 hymn-book and threw it into the fire ; but he said after- 
 ward that the words still rang in his heart and that he 
 could not get rid of them. At last he came to Mr. 
 Moody and said : " I am a vile sinner, and I want you 
 to tell me how I can come to Jesus and be saved." 
 Moody was enabled to lead him into the light, and the 
 man afterward declared that this was the sweetest 
 hymn in all the book. 
 
 Come Believing 
 
 Words by D. W. Whittle (" El. Nathan ") Music by James McGranahan 
 
 " Once again the Gospel message 
 From the Saviour you have heard." 
 
 A lawyer from the West sank so low as to become 
 a tramp in the streets of New York. He was fifty- 
 four years old and a homeless, penniless wretch. As 
 he stumbled by the Florence Mission one night the 
 windows were open and he stopped a moment to listen 
 to the singing. They sang : 
 
 "Once again the Gospel message 
 From the Saviour you have heard; 
 Will you heed the invitation? 
 Will you turn and seek the Lord?" 
 
142 Sankey's Story 
 
 It came like the voice of God to him. His early 
 training had been Christian, and he thought he would 
 go in. He did so, and as he took his seat they were 
 singing the second verse : 
 
 "Many summers you have wasted, 
 
 Ripened harvests you have seen; 
 Winter snows by spring have melted, 
 
 Yet you linger in your sin." 
 
 He realized that this was a truthful picture of his 
 own life, and Hstened to the third verse, ending: 
 
 " While the Spirit now is striving, 
 Yield, and seek the Saviour's side." 
 
 Deeply convicted, he jumped to his feet and said, " I 
 will yield, I will seek the Saviour's side." He was 
 converted, and attended the meetings regularly. He 
 secured good employment, wrote to his family, and 
 becoming reconciled to his wife and children, he re- 
 turned West to the old home, where he lived as an 
 earnest Christian. 
 
 Come, Great Deliverer, Come 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "O hear my cry, be gracious now to me, 
 Come, Great Deliverer, come." 
 
 " A short time ago, about twelve o'clock one frosty 
 Saturday night, when the keen winter wind was driving 
 all indoors who had a home, a poor woman, in utter 
 misery and despair, was pacing up and down along the 
 Thames," writes a friend in England. " She had wan- 
 dered into a mission hall during the evening and had 
 
Of the Gospel Hyinns i43 
 
 restlessly come out, carrying no remembrance of any- 
 thing that had been said ; but these lines from a hymn 
 still sounded in her ears : 
 
 'I've wandered far away o'er mountains cold, 
 I've wandered far away from home; 
 O take me now, and bring me to Thy fold, 
 Come, Great Deliv'rer, come." 
 
 " She cried aloud : * But there is no deliverer for 
 me/ Very soon she was met by some Christian work- 
 ers, wlio were spending the night in seeking to gather 
 in such outcasts as she. They took her to a home. The 
 human tenderness revealed to her the divine love. If 
 strangers had thus received her and cared for her, 
 would not her Heavenly Father, whose love she had 
 heard of, take her? Thus she was led to the feet of 
 Jesus, and to find that her sins were many and all for- 
 given. She said : ' Things since then have been up 
 and down with me, but I have never lost the peace I 
 found that morning.' " 
 
 Come, Sinner, Come 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. E. Witter Music by H. R. Palmer 
 
 "While Jesus whispers to you, 
 Come, sinner, come." 
 
 Mr. Witter has said regarding this hymn : "I may 
 say that the origin of ' While Jesus whispers to you ' is 
 forever linked with some of the most sacred experi- 
 ences of my life. I see the old farmhouse in New York 
 State, overlooking the beautiful Wyoming Valley, and 
 those Western hills, which to my childhood eyes were 
 the rim of the world. It was in the summer of 1877 
 and I was home from college to nurse my sainted 
 
144 Sankey's Story 
 
 mother through her last illness, and at the same time 
 I was teaching a term in school. The biography of 
 P. P. Bliss was in our home, and his sweet songs were 
 running through my mind from morn till evening. I 
 prayed that even I might be inspired to write such 
 hymns as would touch hard hearts and lead them to 
 Christ. One Saturday afternoon, while bunching the 
 hay which had been mown along the roadside, the 
 words of this little hymn seemed to sing themselves 
 into my soul, and with music almost identical with that 
 to which they were later set by the sweet singer, 
 Palmer. I hastened to the house and, running upstairs, 
 knelt beside the bed of a brother, for whose salvation 
 my mother was in constant prayer. There, upon my 
 knees, I transcribed the words to paper, with a strange 
 consciousness that they were God-given and that God 
 would use them." 
 
 And God has used them, for this hymn has been 
 found very helpful as an invitation at revival meetings. 
 
 Come, Thou Fount 
 
 Words by the Rev. R. Robinson Music by John Wyeth 
 
 "Come thou Fount of ev'ry blessing 
 Tune my heart to sing Thy grace." 
 
 The author of this hymn, born in 1735, was of 
 lowly parentage. At the age of fourteen his widowed 
 mother sent him to London to learn the trade of barber 
 and hair-dresser. His master found him more given 
 to reading than to his profession. While in London 
 he attended meetings held by the great evangelist, 
 George Whitefield, became converted, and began to 
 study for the ministry. In the latter part of his life 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 145 
 
 Mr. Robinson often indulged in frivolous habits. But 
 on one occasion, while traveling in a stage-coach, he 
 encountered a lady who soon compelled him to admit 
 his acquaintance with religion. She had just been 
 reading this hymn, and she asked his opinion of it, after 
 having told him of the blessings it had brought to her 
 heart. He avoided the subject and turned her atten- 
 tion to some other topic; but the lady, who did not 
 know to whom she was talking, soon returned to the 
 hymn, expressing her strong admiration for its senti- 
 ments. Agitated beyond the power of controlling his 
 emotion, Robinson broke out : 
 
 " Madam, I am the poor, unhappy man who com- 
 posed that hymn many years ago, and I would give a 
 thousand worlds, if I had them, to enjoy the feelings I 
 had then." 
 
 Come to the Saviour 
 
 Words by George F. Root Music by George F. Root 
 
 "Come to the Saviour, make no delay; 
 Here in His word He's shown us the way." 
 
 " In 1879 I was assisting in revival meetings in 
 Danville, California," writes the pastor of a Presby- 
 terian Church at Oakland. " The meetings were well 
 attended and good interest was exhibited, but for a 
 long time there were no conversions. In the neighbor- 
 hood there was a man who, with his wife and children, 
 attended the church regularly, and he was one of its 
 liberal supporters. They were most excellent people, but 
 could not be induced to profess Christ, and did not call 
 themselves Christians. One day, while the men were 
 holding services in the church the women were having 
 
146 Sankeys Story 
 
 a prayer-meeting in the manse near by. In the course 
 of the meeting they sang, * Come to the Saviour, make 
 no delay.' The singing over, they were about to en- 
 gage in prayer, when the lady above referred to asked 
 them to sing the last verse of this hymn. They sang : 
 
 'Think once again, He's with us to-day; 
 Heed now His blest commands, and obey; 
 Hear now His accents tenderly say, 
 Will you, my children, come?' 
 
 " The lady was greatly affected and when the 
 singing ceased she said with deep emotion : * Yes, I 
 will come; I have been very stubborn, but I will not 
 stay away any longer.' The women were all deeply 
 moved, and prayed and praised God with warm hearts. 
 When the word reached the men they were greatly 
 encouraged at the good news. A revival followed, 
 and at the close of a touching service a few days later, 
 when a call was made for persons who desired to unite 
 with the church, this lady and her husband were the 
 first to respond. They were followed by some of their 
 own children and many other persons — in all twenty- 
 one. This hymn seemed to have been the means of 
 reaching the wife's heart, and of opening the way for 
 the blessing which followed." 
 
 Come Unto Me 
 
 Words by Nathaniel Norton Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "'Come unto Me!' it is the Saviour's voice — 
 The Lord of life, who bids thy heart rejoice.*' 
 
 A man of culture and of extensive reading had 
 given a good deal of thought to the subject of Chris- 
 tianity, but had never acknowledged himself a Chris- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 147 
 
 tian until one evening at the close of an after-meeting 
 in services conducted by Dr. George F. Pentecost in his 
 own church in Brooklyn. Then he arose and made a 
 public confession of Christ as his Saviour. That 
 night, on his return home, he sat down and wrote the 
 words of this hymn. The next day they were handed 
 to Mr. Stebbins, who was then assisting Dr. Pentecost. 
 Very soon afterward the hymn was sung in the meet- 
 ings that were still in progress. It at once met with 
 general favor, and for many years was used as a special 
 song of invitation in our meetings, as well as by other 
 evangelists in theirs. 
 
 Come Unto Me, and Rest 
 
 Words by D. W. Whittle (" El. Nathan ") Music by James McGranaha. 
 
 "Brother, art thou worn and weary, 
 Tempted, tried, and sore oppress'd?" 
 
 "On a cold night in the fall of 1885, a scantily clad 
 man wandered into Bleecker Street," writes a New 
 York evangelist, under whose personal observation the 
 incident came. "He was foot-sore and weary with 
 much wandering, worn out for want of sleep, and faint 
 from lack of food. The long, cold night was before 
 him, and he knew he must walk the street till morning. 
 He stepped into a doorway for a little rest. As he 
 sat there he fell to. pondering. He was solitary and 
 sad-hearted. Drink had wrought fearful havoc with 
 him, and had left him a homeless, friendless man. 
 Home and loved ones, friends, money and position had 
 all been sacrificed to this appetite. He felt that he 
 was lost, and that no effort could save him. As he 
 
148 Sa7ikey's Story 
 
 thus mused his reverie was broken by the sound of 
 song. Surprised, he looked up in the direction from 
 which the sound came, and saw across the way an illu- 
 minated sign on which were the words, * Florence Mis- 
 sion.' Glad to get away from the chill and gloom of 
 the street, he went into the mission. As he entered a 
 lady was singing : 
 
 'Brother, art thou worn and weary, 
 Tempted, tried, and sore oppress'd? 
 
 Listen to the word of Jesus, 
 Come unto me, and rest!' 
 
 "If there was one thing on earth that the man 
 needed it was rest. Rest for the tired, famished body ; 
 rest for the tortured heart. ' These things are not for 
 me,' he thought ; * I am too far gone.' He wandered 
 the cold streets till morning, but never once did the 
 words of this hymn leave him. The refrain constantly 
 rang in his ears, ' Come unto me and rest.' He visited 
 the mission many nights, and finally gave his heart to 
 God." 
 
 The evangelist adds that this man has been his 
 assistant for many years, and has won hundreds to 
 Christ. 
 
 Consecration 
 
 Words by Frances R. Havergal Music by W. A. Mozart. Arr. by H. P. Main 
 
 " Take my life, and let it be 
 Consecrated, Lord, to Thee." 
 
 One of the finest consecration hymns in the 
 world, this is a great favorite of the Christian Endeavor 
 Society. Miss Havergal told me of its origin, while 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 149 
 
 we were seated in her home in South Wales. She 
 had gone to London for a visit of five days. There 
 were ten persons in the family she visited, most of 
 them unconverted. She prayed to God to give her all 
 in the house, and before leaving everyone had received 
 a blessing. The last night of her visit, after she had 
 retired, the governess told her that the two daughters 
 wished to see her. They were much troubled over 
 their spiritual condition and were weeping, but Miss 
 Havergal was able to show them the way of life, and 
 they were both joyfully converted that night. She was 
 too happy to sleep, she said, but spent most of the night 
 in praise and renewal of her own consecration; and 
 that night the words of this hymn formed themselves 
 in her mind. In 1879, shortly before her death, I gave 
 a number of Bible-readings in Miss Havergal's home, 
 when she told me the very interesting story of her life. 
 A few years later I met Miss Havergal's sister 
 again under somewhat amusing conditions. I was 
 traveling in Switzerland. While looking through a 
 large music establishment I found quite a number of 
 music boxes, which played several of the "Moody and 
 Sankey " hymns. I asked the proprietor if these boxes 
 had much of a sale. He said they had, though he did 
 not think much of the tunes they played. Beside me 
 was standing a lady, also looking at the music boxes. 
 She proved to be Miss Havergal's sister. As she 
 turned around and saw me, she threw up her hands and 
 said in a clear voice, " Oh, Mr. Sankey, is that you ? " 
 The proprietor proceeded to make profound apologies 
 and, selecting one of his best boxes, he presented it 
 to me. 
 
150 Sankey's Story 
 
 Dare to be a Daniel 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Standing by a purpose true, 
 Heeding God's command." 
 Mr. Blisy wrote this song especially for his 
 Sunday-school class in the First Congregational 
 Church of Chicago. It has been much admired and 
 was often used by me in connection with Mr. Moody's 
 lecture on Daniel. This hymn and " Hold the Fort " 
 were prohibited by the Sultan from use in Turkey. 
 
 Dark is the Night 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by T. E. Perkins 
 
 " Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, 
 
 Nearer and nearer comes the breakers' roar;" 
 When I was chorister in Mr. Moody's Sunday- 
 school, on the north side of Chicago, we frequently 
 used this hymn. On the memorable Sunday night 
 when the city was destroyed by fire, and I had made 
 my escape in a small boat out into Lake Michigan, this 
 song came to my mind, and as I sat there watching 
 the city burn I sang : 
 
 "Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, 
 Nearer and nearer comes the breakers' roar; 
 Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge? 
 Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o'er." 
 
 Depth of Mercy 
 
 Words by Charle^ Wesley Music arr. from J. Stevenson 
 
 "Depth of mercy! can there be 
 Mercy still reserved for me?" 
 An actress in a town in England, while passing 
 along the ^street, heard singing in a house. Out of 
 curiosity she looked in through the open door and saw 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 151 
 
 a number of people sitting together singing this hymn. 
 She Hstened to the song, and afterwards to a simple 
 but earnest prayer. When she went away the hymn 
 had so impressed her that she procured a copy of a 
 book containing it. Reading and re-reading the hymn 
 led her to give her heart to God and to resolve to leave 
 the stage. The manager of the theater pleaded with 
 her to continue to take the leading part in a play which 
 she had made famous in other cities, and finally he per- 
 suaded her to appear at the theater. As the curtain 
 rose the orchestra began to play the accompaniment 
 to the song which she was expected to sing. She 
 stood like one lost in thought, and the band, supposing 
 her embarrassed, played the prelude over a second 
 and a third time. Then with clasped hands she step- 
 ped forward and sang with deep emotion : 
 
 "Depth of mercy, can there be 
 Mercy still reserved for me?" 
 
 This put a sudden stop to the performance; not 
 a few were impressed, though many scoffed. The 
 change in her life was as permanent as it was singular. 
 Soon after she became the wife of a minister of the 
 Gospel. 
 
 First published in " Hymns and Sacred Poems " 
 in 1740, this hymn has been set to a number of tunes. 
 But the most popular one in America is the melody 
 arranged from Stevenson, with the chorus, "God is 
 love ! I know, I feel ; Jesus lives and loves me still." 
 
152 Sankeys Story 
 
 Doxology 
 
 Words by Thomas Ken, 1695 Music by Wilhelm Frank 
 
 "Praise God, from whom all blessings flow." 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below." 
 
 On the night of October 15, 1884, a great crowd 
 was gathered on the street outside a Republican head- 
 quarters in New York City, awaiting the returns of an 
 important election. It was two o'clock in the morn- 
 ing before the last bulletin was posted. Previous to 
 this announcement a thousand voices had been singing 
 uproariously, "We won't go home till morning;" but 
 the moment the message was displayed the stereopti- 
 con flashed out the line, " Praise God, from whom all 
 blessings flow. Good night." The Tribune, in re- 
 porting the incident, said : "A deep-voiced man in the 
 throng pitched the doxology, and a mighty volume 
 of song swelled upward. Then the lights went out and 
 the happy watchers departed to their homes." 
 
 /^ 
 
 A child on the top of Mount Washington was with 
 her father above the clouds, while a thunder-storm 
 flashed and rumbled below. Where they stood all was 
 perfect calm and sunshine, though the eye found noth- 
 ing but the blue of heaven and a few rocks to rest on. 
 '* Well, Lucy," said her father, " there is nothing to be 
 seen here, is there ?" But the child exclaimed : " Oh, 
 papa, I see the doxology ! All around seems to say, 
 
 * Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 
 Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
 Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; 
 Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.*" 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 153 
 
 The doxology was a great solace to the starving 
 " boys in blue " in Libby prison. Day after day they 
 saw some of their comrades passing away, while fresh, 
 living recruits for the grave arrived. Late one night 
 they heard through the stillness and the darkness the 
 tramp of new arrivals, who were stopped outside the 
 prison door until arrangement could be made for them 
 within. In the company was a young Baptist minister, 
 whose heart almost fainted as he looked on those cold 
 walls and thought of the suffering inside. Tired and 
 weary, he sat down, put his face in his hands and wept. 
 Just then a lone voice of deep, sweet pathos, sang from 
 an upper window : 
 
 " Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;" 
 
 a dozen more voices joined in the second line ; and so 
 on till the prison was all alive and seemed to quiver 
 with the sacred song. As the song died away in the 
 stillness of the night, the young man arose and said : 
 
 "Prisons would palaces prove. 
 If Jesus would dwell with me there." 
 
 This doxology has been almost universally 
 adopted as a praise hymn by all churches. Wilhelm 
 Frank, the composer of the tune, "Old Hundred," was 
 a German. 
 
 The first Moody and Sankey meeting held in the 
 Agricultural Hall, London, was opened by the singing 
 of " Praise God, from whom all blessings flow." 
 
154 San kefs Story 
 
 Eternity 
 
 "Words by Ellen M. H. Gates Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Oh, the clanging bells of Time! 
 Night and day they never cease." 
 
 Having carried in my pocket for several months 
 [the words of the hymn ''Eternity," which the author, 
 Ellen M. H. Gates, had sent me, I handed them, one 
 day in Chicago in 1876, to my friend P. P. Bliss, ask- 
 ing him to write music for them. Three days later he 
 had composed the tune. 
 
 The hymn was much used at our meetings both in 
 Great Britain and the United States. Before singing 
 it, I used to tell the story of Robert Annan, of Dundee, 
 Scotland. He was one of the worst men who ever 
 lived in that town, but after having been converted 
 became one of the most useful missionaries of the 
 place. On leaving his little cottage home one morning 
 to go to his mission work, he took a piece of chalk from 
 his pocket and wrote on the flagstone of the walk 
 which led to his house the single word " Eternity." 
 A few minutes later he saw a child fall from one of the 
 vessels in the harbor. Being a bold, strong swimmer, 
 he threw off his coat and shoes, and plunged into the 
 bay. He saved the child, but at the cost of his own 
 life. His body was carried home over the word 
 "Eternity," which he had written a few hours before. 
 On my last visit to Scotland, about five years ago, I 
 went to see his widow, and found that the writing had 
 been cut in the stone by direction of the Honorable 
 James Gordon, the Earl of Aberdeen. Thousands go 
 to see it every year. Mr. Annan's minister took me 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 155 
 
 to the beautiful cemetery of the place, where a fine 
 monument, ten feet high, marks the last resting-place 
 
 of the hero. 
 
 -^ 
 
 A worker in the English Village Mission writes : 
 " I had been engaged during the previous week with 
 a lot of indifferent people in a midland village without 
 the smallest token of blessing, and on that memorable 
 Sunday night of the Tay Bridge disaster I went to the 
 service with a sad heart. The service was a solemn 
 one, and at the close we sang : 
 
 'Oh, the clanging bells of Time! 
 Night and day they never cease.' 
 
 "The song touched the hearts of the people. About 
 this time, as we afterwards learned, a number of con- 
 versions occurred, and a blessing has rested on that 
 place for many years. One of the converts has been 
 a very successful missionary in a large northern city. 
 I can scarcely remember any place where some one or 
 more of your songs and solos was not used of God in 
 blessing souls. In one church alone I received one 
 hundred and fifty into fellowship, and I think not less 
 than one-third of that number, when making applica- 
 tion for membership, mentioned some particular hymn 
 that had led them to decision." 
 
 Evening Prayer 
 
 Words by J. Edmeston Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 
 Ere repose our spirits seal." 
 
 It rarely falls to the lot of any hymn to be sung 
 under such trying circumstances as was this, during the 
 Boxer outbreak in China, by a company of beleaguered 
 
156 Sankey's Story, 
 
 missionaries who had gathered together one night in 
 great fear lest they should have to suffer the fate of so 
 many who were giving up their lives rather than deny 
 their Lord. The following account of the singing is 
 furnished by Miss Helen Knox Strain, one of the mis- 
 sionaries present that night. 
 
 " The Woman's Union Missionary Society has a 
 magnificent work just outside of the city of Shanghai. 
 No harm had come to us up to this time, but serious 
 threats and unpleasant rumors were rife ; we dared not 
 so much as put our heads out at night, though forty 
 little soldier-men played at keeping us safe. Our mis- 
 sionaries have two centers at that place, and they meet 
 often for prayer and consultation. At this particular 
 time the rumors were so frightful, and the threats to 
 burn our homes that very night so distressing, that we 
 had a memorable meeting. Separated from home and 
 friends, facing death in a far-off land, and full of ten- 
 derest feelings, we lifted our hearts in song. 
 
 " ' Though destruction walk around us, 
 Though the arrows past us fly; 
 Angel guards from Thee surround us: 
 We are safe if Thou art nigh.' 
 
 " Out of the storm each soul, renewing its 
 strength, mounted up with wings as eagles and found 
 peace in the secret of His presence. 
 
 " Our Saviour breathed, in very deed, an ' evening 
 blessing ' upon us, the fragrance of which remains 
 even unto this day. The last verse of the hymn, 
 * Should swift death this night o'ertake us,' was omit- 
 ted. It seemed too probable that it might. We 
 
GEORGE C. STEBBINS 
 
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 wanted only to think of the safe-keeping, and such, 
 thank God, it proved to be." 
 
 Edmeston, a voluminous hymn-writer, was an 
 architect by profession, and a member of the Estab- 
 Hshed Church at Homerton, England, where he re- 
 sided. The theme of this hymn was suggested to 
 him by a sentence in a volume of Abyssinian travels — 
 " At night their short evening hymn, * Jesus Forgive 
 Us,' stole through the camp." Though first appear- 
 ing in the author's " Sacred Lyrics " in 1820, and to 
 be found in the older church hymnals, it had no spe- 
 cial prominence until Mr. Stebbins' setting became 
 known. Since then it has come into general use, and 
 has been adopted by many of the church hymnals. 
 The music was written in 1876, for the choir of Tre- 
 mont Temple, Boston, of which Mr. Stebbins was 
 then the director. Published two years later in *' Gos- 
 pel Hymns Number 3," it became a favorite at once 
 with the great choirs of our meetings and with other 
 evangelistic choirs, and has since then been used 
 wherever the " Gospel Hymns " are sung, even in the 
 remote places of the earth. 
 
 Even Me 
 
 Words by Mrs. Elizabeth Codner Music by William B. Bradbury 
 
 "Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 
 Thou art scattering full and free." 
 
 A gentleman in England sends this incident : " A 
 poor woman, in a dark village, attended a High Church 
 mission, where the good Gospel hymn, ' Even Me ' 
 was sung from a printed leaflet. A few days after- 
 
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 ward the old woman became seriously ill, and soon she 
 died. But she seemed to have taken in all the Gospel 
 through this hymn, and to the last repeated with rever- 
 ence and joy ' Even me, even me,' not remembering 
 one word of the sermon that she heard at the mission. 
 This was in 1877. Soon after we had an evangelistic 
 meeting in the same village, in a barn three hundred 
 years old, where this hymn was sung with great effect." 
 
 Follow On 
 
 Words by W. O. Gushing Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 "Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go 
 Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow." 
 
 " I wrote this hymn in 1878," the Rev. W. O. 
 Gushing tells me. " Longing to give up all for Christ 
 w^ho had given his life for me, I wanted to be willing 
 to lay everything at his feet, with no wish but to do his 
 will, to live henceforth only for his glory. Out of this 
 feeling came the hymn, ' Follow On.' It was written 
 with the prayer and the hope that some heart might 
 by it be led to give up all for Christ. Much of the 
 power and usefulness of the hymn, however, are due 
 to Mr. Lowry, who put it into song." 
 
 Go Bury Thy Sorrow 
 
 Words by Mary A. Bachelor Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Go bury thy sorrow, 
 The world hath its share." 
 
 For many years this hymn was one of my favorite 
 solos. In its original form it read, " Bury thy sorrow, 
 hide it with care;" but when Mr. Bliss found it in a 
 
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 newspaper he arranged it to read, **Go bury thy sor- 
 row, the world hath its share," and set it to music. It 
 has been blessed to thousands of people, and will remain 
 as one of his best productions when many of his other 
 songs are forgotten. 
 
 The author of the hymn was the daughter of a 
 minister. When she wrote these lines she was living 
 with her brother, whom she greatly loved. He also 
 was a minister, and had the usual cares and burdens to 
 carry that are incident to a pastor's life. To him she 
 confided all her joys and sorrows. One day, after hav- 
 ing disclosed to him some peculiar trial which she was 
 enduring, she was reproached by her conscience for 
 having needlessly added to his already numerous cares. 
 She stood by the open window, and saw the long, heavy 
 shadows cast by the tall poplar trees across the lawn, 
 and the thought came to her : 
 
 "That is just what I have done to my brother! 
 Why did I do it ? Why did I not rather bury my own 
 sorrow, and allow only words of cheer and brightness 
 to reach his ears ? " 
 
 With such thoughts in her mind, and with tears of 
 regret filling her eyes, she retired to her little attic 
 bedroom, and there wrote the hymn that has been so 
 blessed. 
 
 A lady who had suffered much, and had passed 
 through many great trials, set much store by this hymn. 
 One day as she sang it her little daughter, who was 
 playing in the room, looked up into her mother's face 
 
1 62 Sankey's Story 
 
 and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. The child 
 called out : 
 
 " Mamma, are you digging the sorrows all up 
 again ? " 
 
 God Be With You 
 
 Words by J. E. Rankin, D.D. Music by W. G. Tomer 
 
 "God be with you till we meet again; 
 By His counsels guide, uphold you." 
 
 The late Dr. Rankin, president of Howard Uni- 
 versity, Washington, D. C, said regarding this oft- 
 used parting hymn : " Written in 1882 as a Christian 
 good-bye, it was called forth by no person or occasion, 
 but was deliberately composed as a Christian hymn 
 on the basis of the etymology of * good-bye,' which is 
 * God be with you.' The first stanza was written and 
 sent to two composers — one of unusual note, the other 
 wholly unknown and not thoroughly educated in 
 music. I selected the composition of the latter, sub- 
 mitted it to J. W. Bischofi — the musical director of a 
 little book we were preparing — who approved of it, 
 but made some criticisms, which were adopted. It 
 was sung for the first time one evening in the First 
 Congregational Church in Washington, of which I was 
 then the pastor and Mr. Bischoff the organist. I at- 
 tributed its popularity in no little oart to the music 
 to which it was set. It was a wedding of words and 
 music, at which it was my function to preside ; but Mr. 
 Tomer should have his full share of the family honor." 
 
 William Gould Tomer, the author of the music, 
 is of German ancestry. He has been a school teacher, 
 
Of the Gospel Hy^nns 163 
 
 a soldier in the civil war, and a clerk in the Treasury 
 department. He was teaching school in 1882 when 
 he wrote the music of *' God be with you." 
 
 Hallelujah, 'tis Done ! 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "'Tis the promise of God full salvation to give, 
 Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe." 
 
 A minister from England, in telling of a certain 
 meeting, says : " Among the converts was a man some- 
 what advanced in years, who was very anxious about 
 the salvation of his wife, and expressed a wish that I 
 should visit her. I did so repeatedly, and explained 
 to her in very simple words the plan of salvation, but 
 she could not comprehend the meaning of my message. 
 Every time I left, however, she would express a strong 
 desire that I return. One day I went in just before 
 dinner, and talked to her about Jesus, but no light 
 seemed to dawn upon her mind. Then the thought 
 struck me to sing something to her, and so I com- 
 menced, "Tis the promise of God, full salvation to 
 give.' When I was through the chorus, she exclaimed, 
 ' Sing it over again.' I did so, time after time, and 
 when I asked her to assist me, she joined in very 
 heartily. The light dawned on her dark mind while 
 we were singing, the big burden of sin was removed 
 from her heart, and her face was lighted up with holy 
 joy as she exclaimed, 'Hallelujah, 'tis done! I do 
 beHeve in the Son ; I am saved.' Just then her hus- 
 band walked in for his dinner, and she shouted out to 
 him, 'Ah, lad! I've got it! Hallelujah! 'tis done!* 
 
1 64 Sankeys Story 
 
 Their hearts were full of joy over the wonderful dis- 
 covery she had made, and I was grateful to God for a 
 sinner brought to Christ by the ministry of holy song/* 
 
 In compiling his book, " Gospel Songs," in 1874, 
 Mr. Bliss desired to publish in it the well-known hymn, 
 "Hallelujah! Thine the Glory," then much used in 
 religious services. The owners of the copyright re- 
 fused, and he wrote "Hallelujah, 'tis done," both 
 words and music, to supply the want. Hundreds of 
 souls have been led to decide for Christ by this hymn, 
 and the church has reason to rejoice at that refusal. 
 
 Hallelujah, what a Saviour 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " * Man of Sorrows,* what a name 
 For the Son of God, who came." 
 
 Written in 1876, shortly before his death, this was 
 the last hymn I heard Mr. Bliss sing. It was at a 
 meeting in Farwell Hall in Chicago, conducted by 
 Henry Moorehouse. A few weeks before his death 
 Mr. Bliss visited the State prison at Jackson, Michigan, 
 where, after a very touching address on "The Man 
 of Sorrows," he sang this hymn with great effect. 
 Many of the prisoners dated their conversion from 
 that day. 
 
 When Mr. Moody and I were in Paris, holding 
 meetings in the old church which Napoleon had 
 granted to the Evangelicals, I frequently sang this 
 hymn as a solo, asking the congregation to join in the 
 
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 single phrase, '* Hallelujah, what a Saviour," which 
 they did with splendid effect. It is said that the word 
 '• Hallelujah " is the same in all languages. It seems 
 as though God had prepared it for the great jubilee of 
 heaven, when all his children shall have been gathered 
 home to sing '* Hallelujah to the Lamb I " 
 
 He Knows 
 
 Words by Maiy G. Brainard Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " I know not what awaits me, 
 God kindly veils mine eyes." 
 
 Mr. Bliss lost his life in the terrible railroad wreck 
 at Ashtabula, Ohio. His trunk, however, reached Chi- 
 cago safely, as it had gone before by another train. 
 In his trunk was discovered this hymn. Mr. Bliss had 
 rearranged the words of the poem to some extent, and 
 had composed the tune. Sentence by sentence, the 
 words are full of pathetic interest in connection with 
 the author's sudden death so soon afterward. 
 
 He Leadeth Me 
 
 Words by Joseph H. Gilmore Music by William B. Bradbury 
 
 " He leadeth me! O, blessed thought! 
 O, words with heavenly comfort fraught." 
 
 " I had been talking," said Mr. Gilmore, " at the 
 Wednesday evening lecture of the First Baptist Church 
 of Philadelphia, in 1862. The Twenty-third Psalm was 
 my theme, and I had been especially impressed with the 
 blessedness of being led by God — of the mere fact of his 
 leadership, ahogether apart from the way in which he 
 
1 66 Sankey's Story 
 
 leads us and what he is leading us to. At the close of 
 the service we adjourned to Deacon Watson's home, 
 at which I was stopping. We still held before our 
 minds and hearts the thought which I had just empha- 
 sized. During the conversation, in which several par- 
 ticipated, the blessedness of God's leadership so grew 
 upon me that I took out my pencil, wrote the hymn just 
 as it stands to-day, handed it to my wife — and thought 
 no more about it. She sent it without my knowledge 
 to ' The Watchman and Reflector,' and there it first 
 appeared in print. Three years later I went to Roches- 
 ter to preach for the Second Baptist Church. On enter- 
 ing the chapel I took up a hymn-book, thinking, ' I 
 wonder what they sing.' The book opened at ' He 
 leadeth me,' and that was the first time I knew my 
 hymn had found a place among the songs of the 
 church. I shall never forget the impression made upon 
 me by coming then and there in contact with my own 
 assertion of God's leadership." 
 
 Mr. Bradbury, finding the hymn in a Christian 
 periodical, composed for it the very appropriate tune 
 with which it has ever since been associated. 
 
 Here am I, Send Me 
 
 Words by Daniel March Music by S. M. Grannis 
 
 " Hark! the voice of Jesus crying, — 
 * Who will go and work to-day? ' " 
 
 I found this poem in a newspaper and set the 
 words to a tune by S. M. Grannis entitled " Your Mis- 
 sion " — a hymn which was sung in the Senate Cham- 
 ber in Washington by Philip Phillips on one occasion 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 167 
 
 when Abraham Lincoln was present. The President 
 was so charmed with the song that he requested that 
 it be repeated. 
 
 Hiding in Thee 
 
 Words by William O. Gushing Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "O safe to the Rock that is higher than I, 
 My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly." 
 
 " ' Hiding in Thee ' was written in Moravia, New 
 York, in 1876," writes Mr. Gushing. " It must be said 
 of this hymn that it was the outgrowth of many tears, 
 many heart-conflicts and soul-yearnings, of which the 
 world can know nothing. The history of many battles 
 is behind it. But the occasion which gave it being 
 was the call of Mr. Sankey. He said : ' Send me some- 
 thing new to help me in my Gospel work.' A call from 
 such a source, and for such a purpose, seemed a call 
 from God. I so regarded it, and prayed : * Lord, give 
 me something that may glorify Thee.' It was while 
 thus waiting that ' Hiding in Thee ' pressed to make 
 itself known. Mr. Sankey called forth the tune, and 
 by his genius gave the hymn wings, making it useful 
 in the Master's work." 
 
 Ho ! Reapers of Life's Harvest 
 
 Words by I. B. Woodbury Music by I. B. Woodbury 
 
 "Ho! reapers of life's harvest, 
 Why stand with rusted blade?" 
 
 President Garfield was fond of this hymn, and it 
 was sung at his funeral. In addressing an audience of 
 
1 68 Sankeys Story 
 
 young people on one occasion, Garfield said, in sub- 
 stance, regarding his own conversion : 
 
 " Make the most of the present moment. No 
 occasion is unworthy of our best efforts. God often 
 uses humble occasions and little things to shape the 
 course of a man's life. I might say that the wearing 
 of a certain pair of stockings led to a complete change 
 in my life. I had made a trip as a boy on a canal boat 
 and was expecting to leave home for another trip ; but 
 I accidentally injured my foot in chopping wood. The 
 blue dye in my home-made socks poisoned the wound 
 and I was kept at home. A revival broke out mean- 
 while in the neighborhood, and I was thus kept within 
 its influence and was converted. New desires and new 
 purposes then took possession of me, and I was de- 
 termined to seek an education in order that I might 
 live more usefully for Christ." 
 
 It is said that this hymn has been the means of 
 the conversion of thousands of souls in Australia and 
 Great Britain. 
 
 Hold the Fort 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Ho! my comrades, see the signal 
 Waving in the sky!" 
 
 Just before Sherman began his famous march to 
 the sea in 1864, and while his army lay camped in the 
 neighborhood of Atlanta on the 5th of October, the 
 army of Hood, in a carefully prepared movement, 
 passed the right flank of Sherman's army, gained his 
 rear, and commenced the destruction of the railroad 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 169 
 
 leading north, burning blockhouses and capturing the 
 small garrisons along the line. Sherman's army was 
 put in rapid motion pursuing Hood, to save the sup- 
 plies and larger posts, the principal one of which was 
 located at Altoona Pass. General Corse, of Illinois, 
 was stationed here with about fifteen hundred men. 
 Colonel Tourtelotte being second in command. A 
 million and a half of rations were stored here and it 
 was highly important that the earthworks commanding 
 the pass and protecting the supplies should be held. 
 Six thousand men under command of General French 
 were detailed by Hood to take the position. The 
 works were completely surrounded and summoned to 
 surrender. Corse refused and a sharp fight com- 
 menced. The defenders were slowly driven into a small 
 fort on the crest of the hill. Many had fallen, and the 
 result seemed to render a prolongation of the fight 
 hopeless. At this moment an officer caught sight of 
 a white signal flag far away across the valley, twenty 
 miles distant, upon the top of Kenesaw Mountain. The 
 signal was answered, and soon the message was waved 
 across from mountain to mountain : 
 
 " Hold the fort ; I am coming. W. T. Sherman." 
 Cheers went up ; every man was nerved to a full 
 appreciation of the position ; and under a murderous 
 fire, which killed or wounded more than half the men 
 in the fort — Corse himself being shot three times 
 through the head, and Tourtelotte taking command, 
 though himself badly wounded — they held the fort for 
 three hours until the advance guard of Sherman's army 
 came up. French was obliged to retreat. 
 
 This historical incident was related by Major 
 
170 Sankey's Story 
 
 Whittle at a Sunday-school meeting in Rockford, Illi- 
 nois, in May, 1870. Mr. Bliss was present, and the 
 song " Hold the Fort " was at once bom in his mind. 
 The next day Whittle and Bliss held a meeting in the 
 Young Men's Christian Association rooms in Chicago. 
 Bliss went on the platform and wrote the chorus of 
 this hymn on the blackboard. He there sang the verses 
 for the first time in public, and the audience joined in 
 the chorus. Soon after he had it published in sheet 
 form. 
 
 Mr. Bliss said to me once, not long before his 
 death, that he hoped that he would not be known to 
 posterity only as the author of " Hold the Fort," for he 
 believed that he had written many better songs. How- 
 ever, when I attended the dedication of the Bliss monu- 
 ment, at Rome, Pennsylvania, I found these words 
 inscribed : 
 
 P. P. BHss, 
 Author of "Hold the Fort." 
 
 The pine tree from which Sherman's signal was 
 flown was cut down a few years after the war, and 
 was made into souvenirs, I receiving a baton with 
 which to lead my choirs. 
 
 " Hold the Fort " was used frequently in our 
 meetings in Great Britain during 1873-4. Lord 
 Shaftesbury said at our farewell meeting in London : 
 " If Mr. Sankey has done no more than teach the peo- 
 ple to sing * Hold the Fort,' he has conferred an inesti- 
 mable blessing on the British empire." 
 
 On a trip to Switzerland, in 1879, I stopped over 
 
p. p. BLISS 
 
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 Sunday in London with the family of William Higgs, 
 and attended morning services at the Metropolitan 
 Tabernacle. While seated in a pew with Mrs. Higgs 
 and three of her daughters, I was discovered by Mr. 
 Spurgeon. At the conclusion of his address he sent 
 one of his deacons down to the pew, inviting me to his 
 private room at the rear of the pulpit. There I was 
 warmly greeted by the great preacher. In the course 
 of our conversation he said : " A few days ago I re- 
 ceived a copy of a bill pending in Parliament in relation 
 to the army, with a letter from a Christian gentleman, 
 a member of the parliament, asking if I couldn't preach 
 a sermon on this bill. I have decided to preach that 
 sermon to-night, and I want you to come and sing, 
 * Hold the Fort.' I replied that he was not a man to 
 be denied ; and although I had not expected to sing in 
 public in London on this trip, I would gladly comply 
 with his wish if I could have a small organ to accom- 
 pany myself upon. This I supposed that he would not 
 have, as he did not approve of organs at public worship 
 and never used one in his church ; but he replied that 
 when I arrived at the meeting there would be an instru- 
 ment on the platform for me. In the evening, at the 
 close of his address he announced that I was present 
 and would sing " Hold the Fort ;" and he asked them 
 all to join heartily in the chorus. An organ had been 
 secured from the Students' College. When the chorus 
 was sung it was heard blocks away. At the conclusion 
 of the service Mr. Spurgeon exclaimed : " There now, 
 I think our roof will stay on after that ! " 
 
 On reaching Switzerland I sang in many cities. 
 Sailing across Lake Lucerne, and ascending the Rigi, 
 
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 there I again sang " Hold the Fort," much to the in- 
 terest of the Swiss peasants. 
 
 An indication of the impression this and other 
 American songs made upon the people may be seen in 
 the case of the two actors who came on the stage in 
 one of the largest theaters in England and attempted 
 to caricature Mr. Moody and myself. The galleries 
 struck up " Hold the Fort," and kept on singing the 
 piece until the actors had to withdraw from the stage. 
 On their reappearing, with the purpose of continuing 
 the performance, the song was again started, and con- 
 tinued until that part of the entertainment was given 
 up. I have been informed that the cabling of this inci- 
 dent to this country at the time it took place turned 
 the attention of our countrymen more thoroughly to 
 our work across the sea than all the reports previously 
 sent in relation to the movement over there. 
 
 Shortly after the evangelistic work of Henry Var- 
 ley in Yorkville and Toronto, about 1875, when the 
 songs in the first edition of " Gospel Hymns " were 
 heard all over the land, a carpenter and his apprentice 
 were working on a building in Yorkville. The man 
 was a Christian and had consecrated his fine tenor voice 
 to the Master's use. The boy had just given himself 
 to Jesus and was also a singer for the Lord. One 
 morning, as they met at the usual hour for work, the 
 following dialogue took place between them : 
 
 " Do you know who is coming here to work to- 
 day?" 
 
 '* No, I did not hear of anybody coming here." 
 
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 " Well, there is ; and it is Tommy Dodd." 
 " And who might Tommy Dodd be ? " 
 " He is a painter, and the greatest drunkard and 
 wife-beater in Yorkville." 
 
 " Well, Joe, we must give him a warm reception." 
 "Yes, we will sing like everything, so that he 
 can't get a bad word in." 
 
 So, when Tommy Dodd came, they struck up 
 " Hold the Fort." And they kept on singing till he left 
 his work and came closer to listen. He asked them 
 to sing it over and over again, joining heartily in it 
 himself, for Tommy was very fond of singing. This 
 was followed by an invitation to the young men's 
 prayer-meeting, where the Spirit led him to surrender 
 to Christ. Afterward he was found at the church 
 instead of the saloon, singing the sweet songs of Zion. 
 Dr. R. A. Torrey, on his return from England 
 recently, called on me and told me that while he and 
 Mr. Alexander were holding meetings in Belfast, 
 one of the most enthusiastic helpers was a typical 
 Irishman, well-known as an active worker all over the 
 city. " He was constantly bringing drunkards to the 
 front and dealing with them," said Dr. Torrey, " and 
 holding meetings in the open air all over the city. The 
 story of his conversion was exceedingly interesting. 
 At that time he was a prisoner in a cell in Belfast. The 
 window of his cell was open. Mr. Sankey was singing 
 'Hold the Fort' in another building. The words 
 floated across through the open window into his cell 
 and went home to his heart. There in his cell he ac- 
 cepted Christ under the influence of this hymn. I 
 think he never saw Mr. Sankey in his Hfe." 
 
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 Home of the Soul 
 
 Words by Mrs. Ellen H. Gates Music by Philip Phillips 
 
 " I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, 
 The far away home of the soul." 
 
 " Now I saw in my dream that these two men 
 [Christian and Hopeful] went in at the gate; and lo, 
 as they entered, they were transfigured ; and they had 
 raiment put on them that shone like gold. There were 
 also those that met them with harps and crowns and 
 gave them to them; the harps to praise withal, and 
 the crowns in token of honor. Then I heard in my 
 dream that all the bells in the city rang again for joy, 
 and that it was said unto them : * Enter ye into the joy 
 of your Lord ! ' . . . Now, just as the gates were 
 opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and 
 behold, the city shone like the sun; the streets also 
 were paved with gold ; and in them walked many men, 
 with crowns on their heads and palms in their hands, 
 and golden harps to sing praises withal. . . . After 
 that, they shut up the gates which, when I had seen, I 
 wished myself among them." — Bunyan's " Pilgrim's 
 Progress." 
 
 "The above extract," wrote Philip Phillips, "I 
 sent to Mrs. Ellen H. Gates, asking her to write a 
 suitable hymn. When the verses were forwarded to 
 me, in 1865, I seated myself in my home with my little 
 boy on my knee, and with Bunyan's immortal dream- 
 book in my hand, and began to read the closing scenes 
 where Christian and Hopeful entered into the city, — 
 wondering at Bunyan's rare genius, and like the 
 dreamer of old wishing myself among them. At this 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 177 
 
 moment of inspiration I turned to my organ, with pencil 
 in hand, and wrote the tune. This hymn seems to 
 have had God's special blessing upon it from the very 
 beginning. One man writes me that he has led in the 
 singing of it at a hundred and twenty funerals. It 
 was sung at the funeral of my own dear boy, who had 
 sat on my knee when I wrote the tune." 
 
 And I sang this hymn over the remains of my 
 beloved friend, Philip Phillips, at Fredonia, New York. 
 
 How Firm a Foundation 
 
 Words by G. Keith Music by M. Portogallo 
 
 "How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in His excellent word." 
 
 " Once at evening devotion in the old Oratory 
 of Princeton Seminary," Dr. C. S. Robinson relates, 
 " the elder Hodge, then venerable with years and piety, 
 paused as he read this hymn, preparatory to the sing- 
 ing. In the depth of his emotion he was obliged to 
 close his delivery of the final lines with a gesture of 
 pathetic and adoring wonder at the matchless grace 
 of God in Christ, and his hand silently beat time to the 
 rhythm instead : * I'll never, no, never, no, never for- 
 sake!" 
 
 Giving an account of a visit to General Jackson 
 at the Hermitage, in 1843, the Rev. James Gallager 
 says in the " Western Sketch Book :" " The old hero 
 was then very frail and had the appearance of extreme 
 old age ; but he was reposing with calmness and confi- 
 dence on the promise and covenant of God. He had 
 
178 Sankey's Story 
 
 now been a member of the church for several years." 
 During the conversation which took place, the General 
 turned to Mr. Gallager, and remarked : 
 
 " There is a beautiful hymn on the subject of the 
 exceeding great and precious promise of God to His 
 people. It was the favorite hymn of my dear wife, till 
 the day of her death. It commences in this way : ' How 
 firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord.' I wish you 
 would sing it now." 
 
 So the little company sang the entire hymn. 
 
 I am Praying for You 
 
 Words by S. O'Maley Cluflf Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory; 
 A dear, loving Saviour, tho' earth friends be few." 
 
 On our first visit to Ireland, in 1874, we came 
 across these words in a printed leaflet. It was the sec- 
 ond hymn to which I wrote music, and it was much 
 used in our meetings in London. It has long been a 
 favorite prayer-meeting hymn in many churches. 
 
 At the close of a gospel service in Evanston, Illi- 
 nois, the minister was requested to visit a man who 
 was not likely to live many days, and who was a spir- 
 itualist. Though pressed by other engagements, the 
 minister said, " I will take time." He called, but 
 thought it not best to introduce the subject of religion 
 because of the patient's known hostility to evangelical 
 views. Seeing a little organ in the room, the minister 
 asked if he might sing a song. Consent being given, 
 he sang " I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory." 
 
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 The sick man seemed pleased, and asked the min- 
 ister to sing it again. This he did, and then gave other 
 songs. Thus he sang the truths which he had 
 not the courage to mention in conversation. The 
 songs evidently accomplished their work \ for when the 
 minister called again the sick man's heart had been 
 opened, and the truth had been savingly received 
 through their instrumentality. 
 
 A gospel worker of Hunter, New York, tells of 
 this experience in connection with the hymn : " While 
 1 was holding revival meetings at Hensonville, New 
 York, a man and his wife were converted through the 
 hymn ' I Am Praying for You.' The song went directly 
 to the heart of the wife. All the way to her home the 
 first line of the hymn, ' I have a Saviour, He's plead- 
 ing in glory,' kept ringing in her ears, and next morn- 
 ing as she awoke she heard my voice singing, ' I have 
 a Saviour.' That night she came to Jesus. Her hus- 
 band followed immediately after her. They had sent 
 out invitations for a large dancing party at that time, 
 which no doubt would have injured the meetings very 
 much had it taken place ; but the dance was turned into 
 a prayer-meeting. I shall never forget the night she 
 stood up in a crowded church, and said, ' Oh, Brother 
 
 L , your singing '' I have a Saviour " brought us to 
 
 Jesus.' " 
 
 A young man who came from Sweden writes : " ' I 
 Am Praying for You ' was the first Moody and Sankey 
 hymn I ever heard. It was on a cold winter night up 
 in the land of the midnight sun, more than a quarter 
 
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 of a century ago. Two evangelists had come to the 
 neighborhood, but found it difficult to get a place in 
 which to hold their meetings. At last a poor woman 
 opened for them her log house, consisting of two 
 rooms. From house to house the meetings were an- 
 nounced. I was a small boy, and out of curiosity I 
 attended the first meeting. About twenty people were 
 present, seated on chairs borrowed from the neigh- 
 bors. At one end of the low, dark room the evangel- 
 ists were seated, by a small table on which two 
 home-made candles were burning. After one of the 
 evangelists had led in prayer, he said to the other, 
 ' Sing one of Sankey's hymns.' Upon which he sang 
 this now well-known hymn, ' I Am Praying for You,' 
 accompanying himself on a guitar. Since then I have 
 heard these sweet hymns sung in many European 
 countries, and in the small meeting-houses and primi- 
 tive homes of the settlers on the Western plains, as 
 well as by choirs of hundreds and congregations of 
 thousands in the larger cities of this broad land." 
 
 I Gave My Life for Thee 
 
 Words by Frances R. Havergal Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "I gave My life for thee. 
 My precious blood I shed." 
 
 Fifteen years after this hymn was written Miss 
 Havergal said about it : " Yes, ' I gave My life for 
 thee,' is mine, and perhaps it will interest you to hear 
 how nearly it went into the fire instead of nearly all 
 over the world. It was, I think, the very first thing 
 1 wrote which could be called a hymn — written when 
 I was a young girl, in 1859. I did not half realize 
 
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 what I was writing about. I was following very far 
 off, always doubting and fearing. I think I had come 
 to Jesus with a trembling faith, but it was a coming ' in 
 the press ' and behind, never seeing his face or feeling 
 sure that he loved me. I scribbled these words m 
 a few minutes on the back of a circular, and then read 
 them over and thought, ' Well, this is not poetry, any- 
 how; I won't trouble to write this out.' I reached 
 out my hand to put it in the fire, when a sudden im- 
 pulse made me draw it back, and I put it, crumpled 
 and singed, in my pocket. Soon after I went to see 
 a dear old woman in the almshouse. She began talk- 
 ing to me, as she always did, about her dear Saviour, 
 and I thought I would see if she, a simple old woman, 
 would care for these verses, which I felt sure nobody 
 else would even care to read. I read them to her, and 
 she was so delighted with them that 1 copied them out 
 and kept them. And now the Master has sent them 
 out in all directions, and I have heard of their being a 
 real blessing to many." 
 
 Miss Havergal showed the hymn some time after- 
 ward to her father, and he wrote a melody especially 
 for it. But it is the tune which Mr. Bliss composed 
 for it that became popular in America. 
 
 I Hear Thy Welcome Voice 
 
 Words by Lewis Hartsough Music by Lewis Hartsough 
 
 "I hear Thy welcome voice 
 That calls me, Lord, to Thee.'- 
 
 The words and music of this beautiTul hymn were 
 first pubHshed in a monthly entitled " Guide to HoH- 
 ness," a copy of which was sent to me in England in 
 
1 82 Sdjikey's Story 
 
 1873. I immediately adopted it and had it published 
 in *' Sacred Songs and Solos." It proved to be one 
 of the most helpful of the revival hymns, and was often 
 
 used as an invitation hymn in England and America. 
 
 ^* 
 
 Shortly after this hymn was written, while it was 
 being sung by a large congregation in Washington, a 
 passing merchant stopped to listen. It had been 
 twenty years since he had crossed the threshold of a 
 church. The congregation were on their feet and 
 sinners were passing to the altar for prayer. Stanza 
 after stanza of this hymn was sung, with increasing 
 interest. The Holy Spirit so pressed the Lord's claims 
 that the merchant yielded and joined the penitents. 
 He was converted and this hymn became his favorite. 
 He sang it in his home, on the street, and in his store. 
 It seemed a special inspiration to him. One morning, 
 about two weeks after his conversion, as he started 
 for his store, his wife, having accompanied him to the 
 door to say good-bye, heard him joyfully begin to 
 sing " I am coming. Lord, to Thee," as he reached the 
 street. She listened a little while, looking after him, 
 and then turned to her room. A few moments later 
 the door-bell rang. She answered it in person, only 
 to find that men were bearing home her husband's dead 
 body. He had slipped on the icy pavement and was 
 instantly killed. The memory of those last words of 
 song that fell upon her ears, as he triumphantly sang 
 " I am coming. Lord, to Thee," was to her a lasting 
 comfort. 
 
 " While holding meetings at Eastbourn," says an 
 English evangelist, " a man by the name of David was 
 
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 converted. His very wicked work-mate, whose name 
 was Stephen, noticed the change in him the next day, 
 and asked David what had caused it. David boldly 
 confessed that he had found the Saviour at the Mis- 
 sion, and expressed a wish that Stephen would accom- 
 pany him there next Sunday— to which he finally 
 agreed. As we began the service on Sunday evening, 
 I gave out the hymn, ' I hear Thy welcome Voice.' 
 During the singing I noticed that the Spirit had 
 touched a man who was sitting on the first form under 
 the platform. After a short comment on the verses, I 
 said : ' We will have the prayer-meeting at once,' and 
 in another minute I was down by the side of Stephen— 
 for it was he — and with my arm around his neck I 
 said to him : ' The Lord is speaking to you, is he not ? ' 
 " After the meeting Stephen testified that he had 
 been able to knock down two men in a fight, but that 
 he never was so knocked down in all his life as when 
 he felt my arm around his neck. Stephen became a 
 brave and true follower of Christ. He brought his 
 wife to church, and though at first she had ridiculed 
 her husband, she, too, soon gave heed to the ' welcome 
 
 I'll Go Where Thou Would'st I Should Go 
 
 Words by Mary Brown Music by Carrie E. Rounsefell 
 
 " It may not be on the mountain's height. 
 Or over the stormy sea." 
 
 This well-known missionary and consecration 
 hymn was adopted by a class of over a hundred mis- 
 sionary nurses at the Battle Creek (Michigan) Sani- 
 tarium as their class hymn. Every Sunday afternoon 
 
184 Sankefs Story 
 
 they would gather for a social meeting and always 
 sing, " I'll go where Thou would'st I should go, dear 
 lyord," which they called " their hymn." In this class 
 were students from nearly every State of the Union, 
 from Australia, South Africa, South America, Bul- 
 garia, Armenia, and nearly all the European countries. 
 At the close of the course they agreed that after they 
 had parted and gone to their different fields, they 
 would sing this hymn every Sunday afternoon as they 
 had done during their happy class-days. 
 
 I Love to Tell the Story 
 
 Words by Miss Kate Hankey Music by W. G. Fischer 
 
 "I love to tell the story 
 Of unseen things above." 
 
 " Last winter a young man appeared herq from 
 British Columbia," says a letter from Surrey, England. 
 *' He was in the Royal Marines. He was a total ab- 
 stainer and was doing all he could to promote temper- 
 ance among his comrades. While here he went to 
 church, and the curate, who had a conversation with 
 him, was much pleased with his manly behavior and 
 resolute desire to do right. He wore a medal and had 
 good-conduct marks on his clothes. This man was the 
 little boy whom Miss T. had picked up in Battersea 
 Park many years before, and who had learned of the 
 gospel of salvation entirely by listening to the maid- 
 servants singing sacred songs while scrubbing door- 
 steps and cleaning windows. The hymn that, as a 
 child, he seemed to make entirely his own was, * I love 
 to tell the story,' though he knew several others when 
 
WM. G. FISCHER 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 187 
 
 he was picked up in the park. As he had never been 
 to church or chapel, the hymns were the only channel 
 through which divine truth had been conveyed to him, 
 and by which the first seed was sown in his heart that 
 made him a man of character and usefulness." 
 
 I Need Thee Every Hour 
 
 Words by Annie S. Hawks Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 "I need Thee every hour. 
 Most gracious Lord." 
 
 A chaplain of the State prison at Concord, Massa- 
 chusetts, tells how an ex-prisoner, who had never had 
 a home in his life, prepared one, humble but tasteful, 
 and then asked the chaplain to help him dedicate it. 
 Together they entered the home — the man's wife had 
 not yet come — and the service began. *' Mr. B., with 
 evident brokenness of spirit, for he was naturally a 
 proud man and not unacquainted with larger surround- 
 ings, could not refrain from some criticism upon his 
 poor things ; but his heart was so full that his embar- 
 rassment was only temporary, and he immediately went 
 on with a firm purpose. He started the hymn, * I need 
 Thee every hour ' for the first number of the service." 
 
 " I need Thee every hour " was first sung at a 
 Sunday-school convention in Cincinnati, in November 
 of 1872. Two years later I sang it for the first time 
 at Mr. Moody's meetings in the East End of London. 
 After that we often used it in our prayer-meetings. 
 
 The singing of this hymn at a meeting in Chicago, 
 at the time of the World's Fair, led to the writing of 
 
1 88 Sankey's Story 
 
 the now famous song, " Moment by Moment," by 
 D. W. Whittle. 
 
 In the Secret of His Presence 
 
 Words by Ellen Lakshmi Goreh Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "In the secret of His presence how my soul delights to hide! 
 Oh, how precious are the lessons which I learn at Jesus' 
 side!'* 
 
 The author of the words of this beautiful hymn 
 was a high-caste native of India. After her conver- 
 sion to Christianity, it is said, she spent some years in 
 the home of an English clergyman, and wrote the poem 
 " In the Secret of His Presence " while there. It made 
 its appearance in a book of poems of which she was 
 the author. In 1883 the attention of Mr. Stebbins was 
 called to it, and he wrote the music at that time. The 
 hymn was first sung by him as an offertory in one of 
 the churches in Brooklyn, New York. It was often 
 repeated as an offertory, and on occasions was sung in 
 evangelistic services. But it had its larger introduc- 
 tion to the public during the All- Winter Mission con- 
 ducted by Mr. Moody and myself in London in the 
 winter of 1883-84, when I sang it frequently, as did 
 Mr. Stebbins, who spent several months assisting in the 
 mission. It was also often sung by Miss Beaucham, 
 daughter of the late Lady Beaucham and since the wife 
 of Colonel Drury-Lowe, one of the heroes of the Indian 
 Mutiny, and uncle of Lord Curzon, Viceroy and Gov- 
 ernor-General of India. The hymn at once came into 
 general favor, and the deeply spiritual tone of the 
 words brought blessing to many. The song was after- 
 wards published in " Gospel Hymns," and in " Sacred 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 1 89 
 
 Songs and Solos." Very soon it found its way into 
 all parts of the world. Dr. Hudson Taylor, head of 
 the great China Inland Mission, stated at Northfield 
 that it was the favorite hymn of his missionaries. 
 
 The winter of 1890-91 Mr. and Mrs. Stebbins 
 spent in India. While visiting the city of Allahabad, 
 the home of Miss Goreh, Mr. Stebbins sought her out 
 and made her acquaintance. He found her engaged in 
 mission work among the women of India, a modest, 
 devoted Christian, held in high esteem by missionaries 
 of all denominations and by all who knew her. Thus 
 the two singers whose names had become associated 
 in Christian song met each other, — one from the far 
 East, and one from beyond far Western seas — ^both 
 inspired by the same Lord, in the secret of whose pres- 
 ence they long since came to abide. 
 
 It Is Finished 
 
 Words by the Rev, James Proctor Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Nothing, either great or small — 
 Nothing, sinner, no." 
 
 The Scotch people are especially fond of this 
 hymn. The author prefaced it with these lines : " Since 
 I first discovered Jesus to be the end of the law for 
 righteousness to every one that believeth, I have morel 
 than once met with a poor sinner seeking peace at the! 
 foot of Sinai instead of Calvary, and I have heard himl 
 again and again in bitter disappointment and fear \ 
 groaning out, * What must I do ? ' I have said to | 
 him, ' Do, do ? What can you do ? What do you need I 
 to do?'" 
 
190 Sankeys Story 
 
 It is Well with My Soul 
 
 Words by H. G. Spafford Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, 
 When sorrows Hke sea-billows roll." 
 
 When Mr. Moody and I were holding meetings in 
 Edinburgh, in 1874, we heard the sad news of the loss 
 of the French steamer, " Ville de Havre," on her return 
 from America to France, with a large number of mem- 
 bers of the Ecumenical Council, whose meetings had 
 been held in Philadelphia. On board the steamer was 
 a Mrs. Spafford, with her four children. In mid-ocean 
 a collision took place with a large sailing vessel, caus- 
 ing the steamer to sink in half an hour. Nearly all 
 on board were lost. Mrs. Spafford got her children 
 out of their berths and up on deck. On being told 
 that the vessel would soon sink, she knelt down with 
 her children in prayer, asking God that they might be 
 saved if possible ; or be made willing to die, if that was 
 his will. In a few minutes the vessel sank to the bot- 
 tom of the sea, and the children were lost. One of 
 the sailors of the vessel, named Lockurn — whom I 
 afterward met in Scotland — while rowing over the spot 
 where the vessel disappeared, discovered Mrs. Spaf- 
 ford floating in the water. Ten days later she was 
 landed at Cardiff, Wales. From there she cabled to 
 her husband, a lawyer in Chicago, the message, " Saved 
 alone." Mr. Spafford, who was a Christian, had the 
 message framed and hung up in his ofhce. He started 
 immediately for England to bring his wife to Chicago. 
 Mr. Moody left his meetings in Edinburgh and went 
 to I^iverpool to try to comfort the bereaved parents, 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 191 
 
 and was greatly pleased to find that they were able to 
 say : " It is well ; the will of God be done." 
 
 In 1876, when we returned to Chicago to work, 
 I was entertained at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Spaf- 
 ford for a number of weeks. During that time Mr. 
 Spaiford wrote the hymn, " It is well with my soul," 
 in commemoration of the death of his children. P. P. 
 Bliss composed the music and sang it for the first time 
 at a meeting in Farwell Hall. The comforting fact in 
 connection with this incident was that in one of our 
 small meetings in North Chicago, a short time prior 
 to their sailing for Europe, the children had been 
 converted. 
 
 While still living in Chicago Mr. and Mrs. Spaf- 
 ford became much interested in the Second Coming 
 of Christ. So zealous did Mr. Spafford become that 
 he decided to go to Jerusalem with his wife and the 
 one remaining daughter, and there await the coming 
 of the Lord. Mr. Spafford died there not long after- 
 ward. Mrs. Spafford is the head of a society whose 
 headquarters are in a building outside of Jerusalem, 
 where a large number of people live, having all things 
 in common. When I visited Jerusalem some years 
 ago I met Mrs. Spafford on the Street of David. The 
 next day I received a call from Miss Spafford, who is 
 very popular among the natives and has become the 
 teacher for a large body of children, instructing them 
 in English literature and in American ways. 
 
 This hymn was heard by a gentleman who had 
 suffered great financial reverses in the panic of 1899, 
 and who was in deepest despondency. When he learned 
 the story of the hymn he exclaimed : " If Spafford 
 
192 Sankey's Story 
 
 could write such a beautiful resignation hymn I will 
 never complain again." 
 
 I've Found a Friend 
 
 Words by J. G. Small Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "I've found a Friend, oh, such a Friend! 
 He loved me ere I knew Him." 
 
 On one occasion when Mr. Moorehouse and I 
 were holding meetings at Scarboro, in the north of 
 England, the services were attended by a number of 
 Quaker ladies, among them a cousin of John Bright, 
 the great English statesman. Wishing to have this 
 hymn sung at one of the meetings, this lady wrote out 
 the following request : " Will Mr. Sankey please repeat 
 the hymn, * Fve found a Friend,' in his usual way ? " 
 In thus wording her note she avoided asking me to 
 sing, which is against the custom of the Society of 
 Friends. 
 
 " We were holding a cottage prayer-meeting in a 
 lodging house," says a minister of Nottinghamshire, 
 England, " when a young man lodging there came in to 
 the meeting in a fun-seeking manner. We sang, 
 prayed and read a chapter out of God's Word, and 
 then the young man asked if we would sing a hymn 
 for him. He chose * I've found a Friend, oh, such a 
 Friend.' When we had sung one verse he began to 
 shed tears, and I am glad to say that he gave his heart 
 to God through the singing of that beautiful hymn. 
 The next morning he left the place, but before leaving 
 he wrote me a letter, of which I give these extracts : * I 
 asked you to sing that hymn because it was a favorite 
 of my darling sister, who is waiting for me at the gates 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 193 
 
 in heaven. I have now promised to meet her there. 
 By God's help, if we do not meet again on earth, I 
 promise to meet you in heaven. You will always think 
 of me when you sing, " Fve Found a Friend." Show 
 
 this letter to my two other friends.' " 
 
 ^^ 
 
 The author of this hymn, the Rev. J. G. Small, 
 who was born in Edinburgh in 181 7, and died in 1888, 
 wrote many hymns and poems and published several 
 hymn-books. 
 
 Jesus, I Will Trust Thee 
 
 Words by Mary J. Walker Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Jesus, I will trust Thee, 
 Trust Thee with my soul." 
 
 Major Whittle gives an example of this hymn's 
 usefulness, out of many instances : " I was holding 
 meetings in Belfast. At one of the after-meetings I 
 noticed a man remaining behind when almost all the 
 others had gone. I spoke to him and found that he 
 was a merchant in the city. He was in much distress 
 about his sins. I showed him Christ the Saviour, who 
 died for sinners, and tried to get him to appropriate 
 that Saviour to himself. I saw there was a great 
 struggle going on in his soul, the powers for good and 
 evil evidently striving for the mastery. We went down 
 on our knees and prayed. Then after a while he 
 straightened himself up and gave vent to his feelings 
 in this hymn, for he was a capital singer : 
 
 'Jesus, I will trust Thee, 
 
 Trust Thee with my soul; 
 Guilty, lost, and helpless, 
 Thou canst make me whole.* 
 
194 Sankey's Story 
 
 It was a song of victory over Satan, and a song of 
 praise to Christ, through whom he had conquered. 
 From that hour he has done splendid work for Christ 
 among the worst of men." 
 
 Jesus, Lover of My Soul 
 
 Words by Charles Wesley Music by Simeon B. Marsh 
 
 "Jesus, Lover of my soul, 
 Let me to Thy bosom fly." 
 
 Several incidents have been narrated as having 
 suggested to Charles Wesley this hymn. One, that 
 a narrow escape from death in a storm on the Atlantic 
 inspired him to portray the thoughts of a Christian 
 in deadly peril. Another, that as he stood at an open 
 window on a summer day a little bird, pursued by a 
 hawk, sought refuge in his bosom, giving him the idea 
 of pointing out the soul's one sure place of refuge in 
 time of need. 
 
 Mrs. Mary Hoover, of Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, 
 whose grandmother was the heroine of the story, has 
 related to her pastor this family tradition: Charles 
 Wesley was preaching in the fields of the parish of 
 Killyleagh, County Down, Ireland, when he was at- 
 tacked by men who did not approve of his doctrines. 
 He sought refuge in a house located on what was 
 known as the Island Band Farm. The farmer's wife, 
 Jane Lowrie Moore, told him to hide in the milkhouse, 
 down in the garden. Soon the mob came and de- 
 manded the fugitive. She tried to quiet them by offer- 
 ing them refreshments. Going down to the milk- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 195 
 
 house, she directed Mr. Wesley to get through the rear 
 window and hide under the hedge, by which ran a Httle 
 brook. In that hiding-place, with the cries of his pur- 
 suers all about him, he wrote this immortal hymn. 
 Descendants of Mrs. Moore still live in the house, 
 which is much the same as it was in Wesley's time. 
 
 The great evangelist and president of Oberlin Col- 
 lege, Charles G. Finney, was walking about his 
 grounds shortly before his death. In the church where 
 he had preached for forty years the evening service was 
 going on. Presently he heard this hymn floating to 
 him from the distance. He joined with the invisible 
 congregation in singing the hymn to the end. Before 
 the next morning he had joined the choir about the 
 throne. 
 
 "An ungodly stranger," said Mr. Spurgeon, 
 " stepping into one of our services at Exeter Hall, was 
 brought to Christ by the singing of ' Jesus, Lover of 
 my soul.' ' Does Jesus love me ? ' said he ; ' then why 
 should I live in enmity with him ? ' " 
 
 Tom was a drummer boy in the army, and the 
 men called him " the young deacon " because of his 
 sobriety and religious example. One day the chap- 
 lain found him sitting under a tree alone, with tears 
 in his eyes. 
 
 " Well, Tom, my boy, what is it? " 
 
196 Sankefs Story 
 
 " I had a dream last night, which I can't get out 
 of my mind." 
 
 *' What was it?'' 
 
 " My mother was a widow, poor but good. She 
 never was Hke herself after my sister Mary died. A 
 year ago she died, too ; and I, having no home and no 
 mother, came to the war. But last night I dreamed 
 the war was over and I went back home, and just be- 
 fore I got to the house my sister and mother came out 
 to meet me. I didn't seem to remember that they 
 were dead. How glad they were ! Oh, sir, it was just 
 as real as you are real now." 
 
 " Thank God, Tom," said the chaplain, " that you 
 have such a mother, not really dead, but in heaven." 
 
 The boy wiped his eyes and was comforted. The 
 next day Tom's drum was heard all day long in a ter- 
 rible battle. At night it was known that " the young 
 deacon " was lying wounded on the field. In the 
 evening, when all was still, they heard a voice singing 
 away off on the field, and they felt sure that it was 
 Tom's voice. Softly the words of " Jesus, Lover of my 
 soul " floated on the wings of the night. After the sec- 
 ond verse the voice grew weak and stopped. In the 
 morning the soldiers found Tom sitting on the ground, 
 leaning against a stump, dead. 
 
 A vessel had gone on the rocks In the English 
 Channel. The crew, with their captain, took to the 
 boats and were lost. They might have been safe, had 
 they remained on the vessel, as a huge wave carried 
 her high up on the rocks. On the table in the captain's 
 cabin was found a hymn-book, opened at this hymn^ 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 197 
 
 and in it lay the pencil which had marked the favorite 
 words of the captain. While the hurricane was howl- 
 ing outside and the vessel sinking, he had drawn his 
 pencil beneath these words of cheer: 
 
 "Jesus, Lover of my soul, 
 Let me to Thy bosom fly. 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 While the tempest still is high." 
 
 '* I would rather have written that hymn of Wes- 
 ley's, * Jesus, LoVer of my soul,' " Henry Ward Beecher 
 once said, '' than to have the fame of all the kings that 
 ever sat on earth. It is more glorious; it has more 
 power in it. I would rather be the author of that 
 hymn than to hold the wealth of the richest man in 
 New York. It will go on singing until the trump 
 brings forth the angel band; and then I think it will 
 mount up on some lip to the very presence of God." 
 
 Dr. George Duffield — himself the author of so 
 fine a hymn as " Stand up, stand up for Jesus " — in his 
 old age paid this tribute out of a lifelong experience : 
 '' One of the most blessed days of my life was when I 
 found, after my harp had long hung on the willows, 
 that I could sing again ; that a new song was put in my 
 mouth ; and when, ere ever I was aware, I was singing, 
 ' Jesus, Lover of my soul.' If there is anything in 
 Christian experience of joy and sorrow, of affliction 
 and prosperity, of life and death — that hymn is the 
 hymn of the ages ! " 
 
 This was the last hymn we sang as the body of 
 Mr. Moody was being lowered into the grave. 
 
198 Sankey's Story 
 
 Jesus Loves Even Me 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "I am so glad that our Father in heaven 
 Tells of His love in the Book He has given." 
 
 " I think it was in June, 1870, that * Jesus Loves 
 Even Me ' was written," writes Major Whittle. " Mr. 
 and Mrs. Bliss were at that time members of my fam- 
 ily in Chicago. One morning Mrs. Bliss came down 
 to breakfast and said, as she entered the room : ' Last 
 night Mr. Bliss had a tune given to him that I think 
 is going to live and be one of the most useful that he 
 has written. I have been singing it all the morning, 
 and I cannot get it out of my mind.' She then sang 
 the notes over to us. The idea of Bliss, in writing the 
 hymn, was to bring out the truth that the peace and 
 comfort of a Christian are not founded so much upon 
 his love to Christ as upon Christ's love to him, and that 
 to occupy the mind with Christ's love would produce 
 love and consecration — as taught in Romans 5:5,' The 
 love of God [to us] is shed abroad in our hearts by 
 the Holy Ghost, which is given unto us.' How much 
 God has used this little song to lead sinners and doubt- 
 ing Christians to look away to Jesus, eternity alone 
 can tell." 
 
 Mr. Bliss said that this song was suggested to 
 him by hearing the chorus of the hymn, "Oh, how I 
 love Jesus," repeated very frequently in a meeting 
 which he attended. After joining in the chorus a 
 number of times the thought came to him, " Have I 
 not been singing enough about my poor love for Jesus, 
 and shall I not rather sing of his great love for me ? " 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 199 
 
 Under the Impulse of this thought he went home and 
 composed this, one of his most popular children's 
 hymns. 
 
 " A young woman in England," says Major Whit- 
 tle, " went to a meeting where she heard Mr. Sankey 
 sing, ' I am so glad that Jesus loves me.' While the 
 hymn was being sung she began to feel for the first 
 time in her life that she was a sinner. All her sins 
 came up in an array before her ; and so numerous and 
 aggravated did they appear, that she imagined she 
 could never be saved. She said in her heart, ' Jesus 
 cannot love me. He could not love such a sinner as I.' 
 She went home in a state of extreme mental anguish, 
 and did not sleep that night. Every opportunity to 
 obtain more light was eagerly seized. She took her 
 place in the inquiry-room; and there she found, to her 
 astonishment and joy that Jesus could, did, does love 
 sinners. She saw in God's open word that it was for 
 sinners that he died, and for none others. When she 
 realized this she began to sing ' I am so glad that Jesus 
 loves me, — ^Jesus loves even me.' " 
 
 A minister was holding meetings in Indiana. A 
 few miles distant lived an old Englishman who had 
 not been inside a church for seven years. He was 
 persuaded to take his children to the meeting one Sun- 
 day night. He declared afterward that nothing of 
 what was said or done Interested him until the close 
 of the service, when ' Jesus loves me ' was sung. On 
 his way home, and until he went to sleep, he could 
 think of nothing but the hymn. When he awoke In 
 
200 Sankey's Story 
 
 the morning the first thing he thought of was, ' Jesus 
 loves me/ He could not get it out of his mind, and 
 when he was out in the field afterward he could think 
 of nothing else. .Was it possible that God could love 
 a sinner like him? His eyes were so blinded with 
 tears that he could not see to go on with his work. Out 
 on that lonely field the old man found his Saviour. The 
 next evening he visited the meeting, and as he told 
 his experience tears were in the eyes of all the people. 
 
 During the winter after the great fire in Chicago, 
 when the place was being built up with small frame 
 houses for the poor, a mother sent for me one day to 
 visit her little sick girl, who was one of our Sunday- 
 school scholars. I remembered her quite well, and 
 was glad to go. Finding that she was beyond hope of 
 recovery, I asked how it was with her. 
 
 " It is all well with me," she replied ; " but I wish 
 you would speak to father and mother." 
 
 It was plain that she loved Jesus, and I asked her 
 when she became a Christian. " Don't you remember 
 last Thursday in the Tabernacle," she said, " when we 
 had the children's meeting, and you sang * Jesus loves 
 me,' and don't you remember how you told us that if 
 we would give our hearts to him he would love us ? 
 It was that day that I gave myself to Jesus. And now 
 I am going to be with him, for the doctors say that I 
 will die to-day." 
 
 The testimony of that little girl, in that neglected 
 quarter of the city, did more to encourage me to sing 
 on than anything else, for she was my first convert. 
 
 This song was much used in the meetings con- 
 
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 ducted by Mr. Moody in Great Britain in 1873-4, and 
 was given out to the congregation as an opening hymn 
 more often than any other. As written by Mr. BHss it 
 consisted of three verses and a chorus. Some one un- 
 known to the writer has written three additional verses 
 beginning, ' Jesus loves me, and I know I love Him." 
 
 Jesus Loves Me 
 
 Words by Anna B. Warner Music by William B. Bradbury 
 
 "Jesus loves me! this I know. 
 For the Bible tells me so." 
 
 The Rev. Dr. Jacob Chamberlain, who for many 
 years has been working among the Hindus, writes as 
 follows regarding this hymn, long one of the most 
 popular children's songs in the world : " Many jears 
 ago I translated into Telugu the children's hymn, 
 
 * Jesus loves me ' and taught it to the children of our 
 day-school. Scarcely a week later, as I was going 
 through the narrow streets of the native town on horse- 
 back, I heard singing that sounded natural, down a 
 side street. I stopped io, listen, cautiously drawing 
 up to the corner, where unobserved I could look down 
 the street and see and hear. And there was a little 
 heathen boy, with heathen men and women standing 
 around him, singing away at the top of his voice : 
 
 'Jesus loves me! this I know, 
 
 For the Bible tells me so . . • 
 Yes, Jesus loves me! 
 
 The Bible tells me so!' 
 
 As he completed the verse some one asked the question : 
 
 * Sonny, where did you learn that song ? ' * Over at 
 
202 Sankey's Story 
 
 the Missionary School/ was the answer. 'Who is 
 that Jesus, and what is the Bible ? ' ' Oh ! the Bible 
 is the book from God, they say, to teach us how to get 
 to heaven, and Jesus is the name of the divine Re- 
 deemer that came into the world to save us from our 
 sins ; that is what the missionaries say/ * Well, the 
 song is a nice one. Come, sing us some more.* 
 And so the little boy went on — a heathen himself, and 
 singing to the heathen — about Jesus and his love. 
 * That is preaching the Gospel by proxy,' I said to my- 
 self, as I turned my pony and rode away, well satisfied 
 to leave my little proxy to tell his interested audience 
 all he himself knew, and sing to them over and over 
 that sweet song of salvation." 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth Passeth By 
 
 Words by Emma Campbell Music by T. E. Perkins 
 
 "What means this eager, anxious throng. 
 Which moves with busy haste along? " 
 
 An officer of the English army sends me the fol- 
 lowing incident : " A soldier was stationed at Edin- 
 burgh Castle, and one evening left his post on a pass 
 until midnight. He had a week's pay in one pocket 
 and the washing money earned by his wife in the other, 
 and was on his way to the public house to have a night 
 in gambling. His eye caught the poster outside the 
 Tolbooth Church, announcing your meetings. The 
 officer liked the singing, and went in just to hear one 
 song. As he entered Mr. Moody was preaching on 
 ' The Blood.' That had no interest for him. After 
 the address you sang, ' Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.' 
 He listened with deep interest to the hymn. *Too 
 
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 late, too late/ was God's arrow to his soul. An officer 
 of his regiment and I went into the inquiry-room, and 
 among a great crowd we saw this comrade's red coat. 
 He was in great distress. We spoke to him, holding 
 to John 3 : 16. 
 
 " That night the man went home instead of to the 
 public house, and his wife was astonished to see him 
 so early, and sober. He laid down all the money on 
 the table, which astonished her still more. Then he 
 went to bed, but was in too great distress to be able to 
 sleep. The words ' Too late, too late ' rang in his 
 ears. About two o'clock in the morning John 3 : 16 
 gleamed into his soul. He leaped from the bed, 
 pleaded that grand promise, and Jesus received him. 
 This was told the following morning by himself at the 
 Castle. He held to his faith, and when the regiment 
 left he was known throughout the camp as a man of 
 God. The glorious Gospel with him began in song, 
 and goes on in song." 
 
 A similar experience is related by another con- 
 vert : " It was on the 28th of December that I, like 
 (I dare say) a great many others, went up to the As- 
 sembly Hall, out of sheer curiosity, an unconverted 
 sinner. I heard Mr. Moody preach, and I am sorry 
 to say I was very little affected by it. After Mr. 
 Moody had finished his discourse, Mr. Sankey sang 
 ' Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.' I was deeply moved 
 by it, and when he came to the lines, 
 
 'Too late! too late! will be the cry; 
 Jesus of Nazareth has passed by;* 
 
 oh ! I thought to myself, will that not be my cry ? Will 
 
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 God not then say to me, * Depart from me, I never 
 knew you ? ' I felt in great anguish of soul, but I went 
 home without remaining to the inquiry-meeting. All 
 the way home those two lines still rang in my ears. 
 It was a long time before I could go to sleep. My 
 brain seemed all afire; my past sins came up one by 
 one before my mind. At last I fell asleep, but only 
 to wake with a start under the impression that a bright 
 light had suddenly been extinguished in my room, and 
 had left me in utter darkness. Immediately those 
 lines sounded in my ears. I was able to be the in- 
 terpreter of my own dream. The bright light was 
 Jesus, and the darkness was that of my own soul ; for 
 he had passed by and I had not been saved. I had 
 very little sleep that night. On the Monday night I 
 
 came to the inquiry-meeting and Mr. spoke to me, 
 
 showing me plainly that I had nothing to do — Christ 
 had done it all. I was only to believe in him. And 
 before I left the hall that evening, by the blessing of 
 God I was able to accept Christ as my Saviour. Upon 
 going home I opened a Bible, and the first words that 
 met my eye were John 3 : i6: * God so loved the world 
 that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever 
 believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal 
 Hfe.* I knew the whosoever included myself, and 
 I rejoiced in it. I am doing so now; and, by the help 
 of God, I hope to do so till I find myself in my 
 Saviour's arms." 
 
 At one of our early meetings in Edinburgh an 
 old gentleman, more than seventy years of age, threw 
 himself down on his knees and, sobbing like a child, 
 
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 said : '' I was utterly careless about my soul until last 
 night, but I have been so unhappy since I could not 
 sleep. I seemed to hear ringing in my ears, 'Jesus 
 of Nazareth passeth by,' and I feel that if I am not 
 saved now, I never shall be." 
 
 A lady traveling in the East tells of a visit she 
 made to the Girls' Orphanage in Nazareth, an institu- 
 tion established many years ago in the town where 
 Jesus spent so many years of his early life. The Or- 
 phanage was established by a society of Christians in 
 London. Here the lady heard the children sweetly 
 singing : '' Jesus of Nazareth passeth by," and she says 
 that the children were sure the words were all meant 
 for them. 
 
 A young naval officer attended one of our meet- 
 ings in London. On being asked how he Hked the 
 address he repHed : " I did not hear it, but I did like 
 that song, * What means this eager, anxious throng ? * 
 He was invited to attend again, and he responded: 
 " Well, I enjoyed that solo, and I will go to hear the 
 singing." He did so ; the same song was sung again, 
 and so moved him that he remained for the inquiry- 
 meeting. There he was saved through the mercy of 
 God. A week later, in an accident, he was instantly 
 killed, and so suddenly passed into the company of the 
 redeemed. 
 
 The hymn was written during a religious revival 
 in Newark, New Jersey, in i863-'64, where hundreds 
 were converted. One afternoon Mr. R. G. Pardee 
 
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 made a very earnest address from Luke i8 : 37 — "They 
 told him that Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." Miss 
 Emma Campbell was present, heard the address and 
 saw how the community was stirred, and soon after- 
 ward she wrote these stanzas. The Rev. E. P. Ham- 
 mond, who had conducted the revival meetings, tried 
 the verses to the tune of ' Sweet hour of prayer.' " 
 
 Later Mr. T. E. Perkins wrote the tune to which 
 this hymn is now sung. It was one of the first favor- 
 ites at our meetings in England. The printed records 
 of the meetings of these days bear testimony that hun- 
 dreds confessed to have accepted Christ during the 
 singing of this hymn as a solo. Rev. Andrew A. Bonar 
 — ^brother of Dr. Horatius Bonar, the great hymn- 
 writer — speaking of this hymn in his " Life of James 
 Scott," says, " Some of us in listening to these two mes- 
 sengers, the one singing, the other preaching, used to 
 think of what is told in 2 Kings 3:15. Elisha, before 
 beginning to prophesy, called for a minstrel, and when 
 the camp of soldiers had been calmed and melted by 
 harp and song, the hand of the Lord came upon the 
 speaker. Had you been in Edinburgh during the four 
 months when these brethren were there in 1873, you 
 would have seen multitudes of all ages and stations 
 hastening to the place of meeting, at whatever hour, 
 any day of the week. The scene was exactly that de- 
 scribed in the hymn, so often sung, and so much 
 blessed, — 
 
 'What means this eager, anxious throng, 
 Which moves with busy haste along. 
 These wondrous gatherings day by day? 
 What means this strange commotion, pray? ' " 
 
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 Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me I 
 
 Words by the Rev. Edward Hopper Music by J. E. Gould 
 
 "Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 
 Over life's tempestuous sea." 
 
 Major D. W. Whittle told me the following inci- 
 dent in connection with this hymn : " I went with Gen- 
 eral O. O. Howard to hold meetings for the soldiers 
 at Tampa, Florida, and one day while going through 
 the camp I found a young man dying of fever. I knelt 
 by his side and asked him if he was a Christian. He 
 replied that he was not, but said that his father and 
 mother were Christians ; arid he asked me to pray for 
 him. I did so, but no deep impression was made upon 
 his heart. I went away with a sorrowing heart and 
 promised to return another day. Two days later I 
 visited him again and, praying with him, the Lord put 
 into my mind to sing, * Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.' The 
 dying soldier said : * Oh, that sounds good ; it puts me 
 in mind of my beloved sister in Michigan, who used 
 to sing this hymn for me before I entered the army.* 
 He wanted me to repeat it over and over again for him, 
 and finally he asked : * Will Jesus be my pilot into the 
 haven of rest ? ' I told the young man that Jesus would. 
 * Then,* he said, ' I will trust him with all my heart.' 
 The next day I called to see him again, but his com- 
 rade said : * He passed away during the night.* ** 
 
 The author of this hymn was born in New York 
 in 1818, and for many years was the pastor of the 
 Church of Sea and Land, in that city. The hymn was 
 first pubhshed in 1871, in " The Sailors' Magazine.** 
 
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 Just as I Am 
 
 Words by Charlotte Elliott Music by William B. Bradbury 
 
 "Just as I am, without one plea. 
 But that Thy blood was shed for me." 
 
 Miss Charlotte Elliott was visiting some friends 
 in the West End of London, and there met the eminent 
 minister, Cesar Malan. While seated at supper, the 
 minister said he hoped that she was a Christian. She 
 took offense at this, and replied that she would rather 
 not discuss that question. Dr. Malan said that he was 
 sorry if he had offended her, that he always liked to 
 speak a word for his Master, and that he hoped that 
 the young lady would some day become a worker for 
 Christ. When they met again at the home of a mutual 
 friend, three weeks later. Miss Elliott told the minister 
 that ever since he had spoken to her she had been try- 
 ing to find her Saviour, and that she now wished him 
 to tell her how to come to Christ. "Just come to 
 him as you are," Dr. Malan said. This she did, and 
 went away rejoicing. Shortly afterward she wrote 
 this hymn, " Just as I am, without ope plea." It was 
 first published in " The Invalid's Hymn Book," in 1836. 
 
 " In all my preaching," said her brother, the Rev. 
 H. V. Elliott, " I have not done so much good as my 
 sister has been permitted to accomplish by writing her 
 one hymn, * Just as I am.' " 
 
 A little street waif in New York City came to a 
 missionary with a torn and dirty piece of paper, on 
 which this hymn was printed. 
 
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 *' Please, sir," he said, " father sent me to get a 
 clean copy like that." 
 
 The missionary learned that the child's sister had 
 loved to sing it, and that this copy had been found in 
 her pocket after her death. The father wanted to 
 obtain a clean copy of the verses in order to frame them. 
 
 During a service of song in a Christian church, 
 John B. Gough was asked by a man in the pew with 
 him what was to be sung, as the announcement had 
 not been heard. The questioner was most repulsive 
 in appearance, because of a nervous disease that dis- 
 figured his face and form. When the singing began, 
 Gough was driven almost to frenzy by the harsh and 
 discordant tones of the singer by his side. But when 
 they came to " Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind," the 
 wretched creature lifted his sightless eyes to heaven 
 and sang with his whole soul. The great orator, in 
 his impassioned and inimitable way, said: 
 
 " I have heard the finest strains of orchestra, choir, 
 and soloist this world can produce, but I never heard 
 music until I heard that blind man sing, * O, I^amb of 
 God, I come, I come.' " 
 
 Lead, Kindly Light 
 
 Words by John H. Newman Music by John B. Dykes 
 
 "Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 
 Lead Thou me on." 
 
 Dr. Newman wrote this hymn in 1833, just before 
 he entered upon the tractarian movement in the Estab- 
 lished Church. He had been at Rome, and stopping at 
 
210 Sankefs Story 
 
 Sicily on his homeward way, he there became danger- 
 ously ill of fever. Upon recovery, he took passage on 
 an orange boat for Marseilles, being under the impres- 
 sion that he must return to England and begin a move- 
 ment for the reformation of the Church in accord with 
 his peculiar views. The sailing vessel was becalmed 
 for a week in the Straits of Bonifacio, between Corsica 
 and Sardinia. It was on this vessel and under such 
 circumstances, his body sweltering in the heat and his 
 mind racked with conflicting views as to his duty in 
 the contemplated mission to the EstabHshed Church, 
 that he penned the lines of this now cherished hymn. 
 Its original title was " The Pillar of the Cloud," the 
 hymn appearing first in " The British Magazine." 
 
 Let the Lower Lights be Burning 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 _" Brightly beams our Father's mercy 
 From His lighthouse evermore." 
 
 The words of this hymn were suggested to Mr. 
 Bliss on hearing Mr. Moody tell the following incident : 
 " On a dark, stormy night, when the waves rolled like 
 mountains and not a star was to be seen, a boat, rock- 
 ing and plunging, neared the Cleveland harbor. * Are 
 you sure this is Cleveland ? ' asked the captain, seeing 
 only one light from the lighthouse. ' Quite sure, sir,* 
 replied the pilot. * Where are the lower lights ? * 
 ' Gone out, sir.* * Can you make the harbor ? * * We 
 must, or perish, sir ! * With a strong hand and a brave 
 heart the old pilot turned the wheel. But alas, in the 
 darkness he missed the channel, and with a crash upon 
 
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 the rocks the boat was shivered, and many a life lost 
 in a watery grave. Brethren, the Master will take 
 care of the great lighthouse; let us keep the lower 
 lights burning ! " 
 
 Let the Saviour in 
 
 Words by J. B, Atchinson Music by E. O. Excell 
 
 "There's a Stranger at the door; 
 Let Him in!" 
 
 In Great Britain this favorite hymn brought bless- 
 ing to a retired colonel of the English army, at one 
 of Mr. Moody's meetings on the banks of the Thames. 
 The colonel had become anxious about his spiritual 
 condition, and decided to go to London to attend our 
 meetings there. At the conclusion of one of the even- 
 ing services, as he was about to leave the great build- 
 ing, his attention was arrested by a sweet voice singing, 
 " Let the Saviour in." On taking the train at Padding- 
 ton station for Bournemouth, the song remained in his 
 heart and the wheels of the train seemed to repeat in 
 his ears the refrain, " Let him in ! let the Saviour in ! " 
 
 He went again to London and sought out the 
 singer whose voice had so impressed him. She was 
 a lady of high rank, and in the course of a few months 
 became the wife of the gallant colonel. A year later 
 they moved to Florida, where I had the pleasure of vis- 
 iting them in their home. On my invitation, they ac- 
 companied me to a near-by town where I was holding 
 meetings. At the conclusion of my lecture the lady 
 sang this hymn again, and so sweetly that it moved the 
 audience to tears. 
 
212 Sankey's Story 
 
 Missionary Hymn 
 
 Words by R. Heber Music by Dr. Lowell Masoa 
 
 "From Greenland's icy mountains, 
 From India's coral strand." 
 
 The author of this hymn was Dean of Hodnet and 
 afterward Bishop of Calcutta. He was visiting his 
 father-in-law, the Vicar of Wrexham, they being to- 
 gether in the Vicar's study on the Saturday before 
 Whitsunday, 1819. Each was preparing a missionary 
 sermon to be delivered the following day, when the 
 Vicar spoke up: 
 
 " Heber, write something appropriate to sing at 
 our services to-morrow." 
 
 Immediately retiring to the other end of the room, 
 Heber sat down by the window and composed the 
 four stanzas which now constitute this hymn. He 
 wanted to add a fifth, but the Vicar said : " Nay ; you 
 will only destroy the beauty and symmetry of the com- 
 position; let it stand." 
 
 The song was sung for the first time on that Whit- 
 sunday. Bishop Heber laid down his life, seven years 
 later, on the mission field of India. Of the many hymns 
 which he wrote, nearly all are in common use. 
 
 Moment by Moment 
 
 Words by D. W. Whittle Music by May Whittle Moody 
 
 "Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; 
 Living with Jesus a new life divine." 
 
 While I was attending the World's Fair, in Chi- 
 cago, Henry Varley, a lay preacher from London, said 
 to Major Whittle : " I do not like the hymn ' I need 
 
MAJOR D. W. WHITTLE 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 215 
 
 Thee every hour ' very well, because I need Him every 
 moment of the day." Soon after Major Whittle wrote 
 this sweet hymn, having the chorus ; 
 
 "Moment by moment I'm kept in His love; 
 Moment by moment I've life from above; 
 Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine; 
 Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine." 
 
 Mr. Whittle brought the hymn to me in manu- 
 script a little later, saying that he would give me the 
 copyright of both the words and music if I would print 
 for him five hundred copies on fine paper, for distrib- 
 uting among his friends. His daughter. May Whittle, 
 who later became the wife of Will R. Moody, composed 
 the music. I did as Mr. Whittle wished; and I sent 
 the hymn to England, where it was copyrighted on the 
 same day as at Washington. 
 
 In England the hymn became very popular. Fall- 
 ing into the hands of the well-known Rev. Andrew 
 Murray, of South Africa, then visiting London, he 
 adopted it as his favorite hymn. A year later Mr. 
 Murray visited Northfield, and while holding a meet- 
 ing for men in the church he remarked : " If Sankey 
 only knew a hymn which I found in London, and would 
 sing it, he would find that it embraces my entire creed." 
 
 I was very anxious to know what hymn it was, 
 and when he had recited it I said to him : " Doctor, that 
 hymn was written within five hundred yards of where 
 we are standing." 
 
 For years Dr. Murray had his wife sing this hymn 
 in nearly all his meetings. It also became a great 
 favorite in South Africa during the war. 
 
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 More to Follow 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Have you on the Lord believed? 
 Still there's more to follow." 
 
 The suggestion for this hymn came to Mr. Bliss 
 through hearing Mr. Moody tell the story of a vast 
 fortune which was left in the hands of a minister for 
 one of his poor parishioners. Fearing that it might 
 be squandered if suddenly bestowed upon the bene- 
 ficiary, the wise minister sent him a little at the time, 
 with a note, saying : " This is thine ; use it wisely ; there 
 is more to follow." 
 
 Must I Go, and Empty-Handed 
 
 Words by C. C. Luther Music by George C. Stebbina 
 
 "Must I go, and empty-handed? 
 Thus my dear Redeemer meet?" 
 
 During a series of evangelistic meetings the Rev. 
 A. G. Upham referred in his sermon to a young man 
 who, dying after only a month of Christian service, said 
 to a friend, " No, I am not afraid ; Jesus saves me now. 
 But oh ! must I go, and empty-handed ? " The incident 
 made a strong impression upon the Rev. C. C. Luther — 
 for whom Mr. Upham was preaching — and in a few 
 minutes the words of this hymn had arranged them- 
 selves in Mr. Luther's mind. A few days later he 
 handed them to Mr. Stebbins, who composed the beau- 
 tiful tune to which they are sung. 
 
 About fifteen years ago a man who was living a 
 reckless, godless life, went to a Sunday morning service 
 
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 in a mission hall in Essex, England. This hymn was 
 used in the service, and as the third verse was rendered, 
 
 "Oh, the years of sinning wasted. 
 
 Could I but recall them now, 
 
 I would give them to my Saviour, 
 
 To His will I'd gladly bow," 
 
 the man was so forcibly impressed that he could not 
 take part in the singing. He went home miserable, 
 and was unable to eat any dinner. In the afternoon 
 he went to a Bible-class for workingmen, conducted at 
 the other end of the village. As he entered the same 
 hymn was being sung that had made him so miserable 
 in the morning, " Must I go, and empty-handed ? " 
 The man was so moved by the words of the hymn, 
 and so impressed by the coincidence of its being sung 
 at both places where he had attended, that it resulted in 
 his conversion. He lived a consistent life thereafter, 
 showing a real change of heart and a strong desire to 
 no longer waste his years in sinning. 
 
 My Ain Countrie 
 
 Wordsby Mary Lee Demarest Har. by H. P. M. Music by Mrs. lone T. Hanna 
 
 "I am far frae my hame, an* I'm weary aften-whiles, 
 For the longed-for hame-bringin', an my Faither's welcome 
 smiles." 
 
 Many years ago John Macdufif and his young 
 bride left Scotland on a sailing vessel for America, 
 there to seek their fortune. After tarrying a few 
 weeks in New York they went West, where they were 
 successful in accumulating a good competence. B^^ 
 
2i8 Sankey's Story 
 
 and by the wife's health began to fail. The anxious 
 husband said that he feared she was homesick. 
 
 '' John," she replied, '' I am v/earying for my ain 
 countrie ; will ye not talk me to the sea, that I may see 
 the ships sailing to the homeland once more ? " 
 
 Her husband's heart was moved with compassion. 
 In a few weeks he sold their Western home and took 
 his wife East to a pleasant little cottage by the sea, 
 whose further shore broke on the rocks that line the 
 coast of Scotland. She would often sit and gaze wist- 
 fully at the ships sailing from the bay, one after an- 
 other disappearing below the horizon on their way to 
 her ain countrie. Although she uttered no complaint, 
 it was evident that she Vv^as silently pining away. John 
 was afraid that she would die in a foreign land ; and 
 as an effort to save her he sold his New England home, 
 and took her back across the ocean. She was speedily 
 recovered by the keen mountain air, the sight of purple 
 heather, nodding bluebells, and hedge-rows white with 
 fragrant hawthorn blossoms in bonnie Scotland, her 
 own dear native land. To her it was home. And 
 there is no sweeter word in any language than home ! 
 
 A few years prior to this time, in 1838, Mary Lee 
 was born at Croton Falls, New York. At an early 
 age she lost her mother and was left in charge of a 
 Scotch nurse, from whom she learned something of 
 the Scottish dialect. And her grandfather, a native 
 of Scotland, had often sung little Mary to sleep with 
 Scottish lullabies. As a young woman she was re- 
 fined and highly educated, and she exhibited unusual 
 literary talent. Most of all she was esteemed for her 
 noble Christian character, manifested in daily life. At 
 
HUBERT P. MAIN 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 221 
 
 the age of twenty-three, Mary Lee wrote this immortal 
 poem after hearing the story of John Macduff and 
 his wife, and published it first in *' The New York Ob- 
 server." Later it appeared in a volume of her poems. 
 After her marriage to Mr. Demarest they resided in 
 Pasadena, California, where she died in 1887. While 
 visiting that town a number of years later, I went to the 
 cemetery to see if I could find the grave of the beloved 
 hymn-writer, but was unable to do so. Afterward I 
 learned that her body was brought East and buried in 
 a small town not far from Albany, New York. 
 
 This hymn was one of my favorite solos, and was 
 much loved by Mr. Moody. 
 
 My Country, *Tis of Thee 
 
 Words by S. F. Smith, D. D. Music by Henry Carey 
 
 "My country, 'tis of thee. 
 Sweet land of liberty." 
 
 The words of this popular hymn, now known as 
 the national hymn of America, were written in 1832. 
 Dr. Smith says : " I found the tune in a German music- 
 book, brought to this country by the late William C. 
 Woodbridge, and put into my hands by Lowell Mason, 
 because I could read German books and he could not." 
 The real origin of the tune is much disputed, but the 
 credit is usually given to Henry Carey. The hymn 
 was first sung at a children's Fourth of July celebra- 
 tion, in the Park Street Church, Boston. Dr. Samuel 
 Francis Smith was born in Boston, October 21, 1808. 
 He died in the same city, November 16, 1895, ^^ the 
 '* New York and New England " depot, while on his 
 way to fulfill an engagement to preach at Readville. 
 
2 22 Sankeys Story 
 
 While traveling in Egypt I met the author's son, 
 who is a missionary in that country, and said to him 
 that if I ever got home I would sing his father's song 
 with new interest ; for I was now more than ever con- 
 vinced that my beloved America, the land of liberty, 
 was the dearest of all lands to me. 
 
 Dr. Smith visited the Board of Trade in Chicago 
 in May of 1887. While sitting in the gallery he was 
 pointed out to some of the members. Soon he became 
 the center of considerable notice. All at once the trad- 
 ing on the floor ceased, and from the wheat-pit came 
 the familiar words, " My country, 'tis of thee." After 
 two stanzas had been sung, Dr. Smith arose and bowed. 
 A rousing cheer was given by the men on the floor, 
 to which Dr. Smith was now escorted by the secretary 
 of the Board. The members flocked around Dr. Smith 
 and grasped his hand. Then they opened a passage 
 through the crowd and led him to the wheat-pit, where 
 they took off their hats and sang the rest of the hymn. 
 
 My Faith Looks up to Thee 
 
 Words by Ray Palmer Music by Dr. Lowell Mason 
 
 "My faith looks up to Thee, 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary." 
 
 " I gave form to what I felt," says Dr. Palmer, 
 " by writing, with little effort, the stanzas. I recollect 
 I wrote them with tender emotion and ended the last 
 line with tears." He placed the manuscript in a pocket- 
 book, and carried it there for some time. One day, in 
 
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 Boston, he met Dr. Lowell Mason, who inquired if Mr. 
 Palmer had not some hymn to contribute to his new 
 book. The pocket-book was produced and the hymn 
 was brought to light. Dr. Mason took a copy of the 
 song, and after reaching home was so much impressed 
 with it that he wrote for it the famous tune '* Olivet," 
 to which it is usually sung. A short time after he met 
 the author on the street and exclaimed : 
 
 " Mr. Palmer, you may live many years and do 
 many good things, but I think you will be best known 
 to posterity as the author of * My faith looks up to 
 Thee/" 
 
 The hymn was published in 1832, but did not at 
 first receive much notice. The Rev. Andrew Reed, D.D., 
 of Scotland — who wrote "Why not to-night?" for 
 which I composed the music — found a copy of the 
 hymn in a religious newspaper while traveling in this 
 country, took it home, and published it anonymously in 
 his hymn-book. 
 
 Dr. Palmer wrote me the following incident: 
 " During the Civil War, and on the evening preceding 
 a terrible battle, six or eight Christian young men, 
 who were looking forward to deadly strife, met to- 
 gether in one of their tents for prayer. After spending 
 some time in committing themselves to God and in 
 Christian conversation, and freely speaking together 
 of the probability that they would not all survive the 
 morrow, it was suggested by one of the number that 
 they should draw up a paper expressive of the feelings 
 with which they went to stand face to face with death, 
 and all sign it ; and that this should be left as a testi- 
 
2 24 Sankey's Story 
 
 mony to the friends of such of them as might fall. 
 This was unanimously agreed to. After consultation, 
 it was decided that a copy of ' My faith looks up to 
 Thee ' should be written out, and that each man should 
 subscribe his name to it, so that father, mother, sister 
 or brother might know in what spirit they laid down 
 their lives. Of course, they did not all meet again. 
 The incident was related afterward by one who sur- 
 vived the battle." 
 
 My Jesus, I Love Thee 
 
 Anonymous Music by A. J. Gordon 
 
 "My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine, 
 For Thee all the follies of sin I resign." 
 
 A Protestant Episcopal Bishop of Michigan once 
 related the following incident to a large audience in one 
 of the Rev. E. P. Hammond's meetings in St. Louis : 
 " A young, talented and tender-hearted actress was 
 passing along the street of a large city. Seeing a pale, 
 sick girl lying upon a couch just within the half-open 
 door of a beautiful dwelling, she entered, with the 
 thought that by her vivacity and pleasant conversation 
 she might cheer the young invalid. The sick girl was 
 a devoted Christian, and her words, her patience, her 
 submission and heaven-lit countenance, so demon- 
 strated the spirit of her religion that the actress was 
 led to give some earnest thought to the claims of Chris- 
 tianity, and was thoroughly converted, and became a 
 true follower of Christ. She told her father, the leader 
 of the theater troupe, of her conversion, and of her 
 desire to abandon the stage, stating that she could 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 225 
 
 not live a consistent Christian life and follow the life 
 of an actress. Her father was astonished beyond 
 measure, and told his daughter that their living would 
 be lost to them and their business ruined, if she per- 
 sisted in her resolution. Loving her father dearly, she 
 was shaken somewhat in her purpose, and partially 
 consented to fill the published engagement to be met 
 in a few days. She was the star of the troupe, and a 
 general favorite. Every preparation was made for the 
 play in which she was to appear. The evening came 
 and the father rejoiced that he had won back his daugh- 
 ter, and that their living was not to be lost. The hour 
 arrived ; a large audience had assembled. The curtain 
 rose, and the young actress stepped forward firmly 
 amid the applause of the multitude. But an unwonted 
 light beamed from her beautiful face. Amid the breath- 
 less silence of the audience she repeated: 
 
 *My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine; 
 For Thee all the follies of sin I resign; 
 My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou; 
 If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.* 
 
 This was all. Through Christ she had conquered, and, 
 leaving her audience in tears, she retired from the 
 stage, never to appear upon it again. Through her 
 influence her father was converted, and through their 
 united evangelistic labors many were led to God." 
 
 This selection was sung by a thousand voices at 
 the funeral of the Scotch missionary hero, Robert 
 Annan, who was drowned in the bay of Dundee while 
 attempting to rescue a drowning child, in 1867. Under 
 
2 26 Sankey's Story 
 
 the hymn " Eternity," previously mentioned in this 
 book, more will be found concerning Robert Annan. 
 
 Nearer, My God to Thee 
 
 Words by Sarah F. Adams Music by Dr. Lowell Mason 
 
 "Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 Nearer to Thee." 
 
 One of my last lectures on " Sacred Song and 
 Story " was delivered before a large audience in the 
 Church of the Covenant, in Washington, D. C, at 
 which the late Secretary of State, John Hay, members 
 of Congress, and Judges of the Supreme Court were 
 present. The favorite hymn, " Nearer, my God, to 
 Thee,'* was sung very heartily by the congregation. I 
 requested the pastor, the Rev. Dr. Hamlin, to make 
 an appointment for an interview with President Mc- 
 Kinley. Two days later we visited the White House. 
 The President greeted me warmly, saying he was very 
 glad to meet me, as he had often heard me sing in Ohio. 
 " I understand that you are quite a fine singer your- 
 self," I replied. He smiled and said : " I don't know 
 as to that, but I try to sing with the spirit and with 
 the understanding." He seemed very bright and 
 happy, and he gave me his autograph. The next day 
 the President went to New York and attended service 
 at the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church, during 
 which " Nearer, my God, to Thee " was sung. The 
 President's voice was heard, as he joined heartily in 
 his favorite hymn. A reporter took a photograph of 
 the President as he was singing, which appeared the 
 next day in one of the New York papers. In 1902, 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 227 
 
 in Buffalo, as he lay dying by the hand of an assassin, 
 the martyred President was heard singing faintly, 
 
 "Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 Nearer to Thee; 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 That raiseth me! 
 Still all my song shall be — 
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
 Nearer to Thee!" 
 
 And thus passed away one of the noblest men of our 
 age. On the day of his funeral, at Canton, Ohio, all 
 trains, trolley cars and nearly all machinery in the 
 United States were stopped for five minutes, and 
 '* Nearer, my God, to Thee " was sung in nearly every 
 church in the land. 
 
 Bishop Marvin, of the Methodist Episcopal 
 Church, was traveling during the Civil War in the 
 wilds of Arkansas. He was feeling much depressed, 
 for the Union troops had driven him from his home. 
 As he approached a dilapidated old log cabin he heard 
 some one singing, " Nearer, my God, to Thee." He 
 alighted and entered the house. There he found a 
 poor woman, widowed and old, who was singing in the 
 midst of such poverty as he had never seen before. 
 His despondency vanished and he went on his way 
 happy and trustful, because of the faith which he had 
 seen and the hymn which he had heard. 
 
 /^ 
 
 A little drummer boy was found, after the battle 
 of Fort Donelson, by one who visited the field. The 
 poor lad had lost an arm, which had been carried away 
 
228 Sankey's Story 
 
 by a cannon ball, but even as he lay there dying he was 
 singing, *' Nearer, my God, to Thee." 
 
 No Hope in Jesus 
 
 Words by W. O. Gushing Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 "Oh, to have no Christ, no Saviour! 
 No Rock, no Refuge nigh!" 
 
 From the " Rescue Mission," of Syracuse, New 
 York, comes this incident. '' One of the workers at the 
 Rescue Mission sat at the window sewing. She is not 
 a grand singer, in fact, scarcely ever sings in the meet- 
 ing ; but alone by herself she sings the Gospel songs. 
 She was singing : 
 
 *Oh, to have no Christ, no Saviour. . . . 
 How dark this world must be!' 
 
 When she had finished she heard some one calling, and 
 saw two girls looking over a neighboring fence. One 
 said : ' Won't you please sing that again ? ' 
 
 " I am afraid some of us would have begun to 
 make excuse, and say we were not singers. But this 
 soul sang it over again, praying God to bless the song, 
 and then went to talk with them. She recognized 
 them as inmates of a house of evil resort, and asked 
 permission to call on them. They would not grant 
 this, but the next day one came to the mission and 
 threw herself, weeping, into the arms of the singer, 
 saying : ' I have been so unhappy since I heard you 
 sing! You remind me of my mother and the days 
 when I was innocent and good. I had a good home, 
 but quarreled with my mother, ran away and got into 
 
WJ>ere is my wand' ring hoy io-mgki-Thehoy ofMny fend^resicAre, 
 
 m fuT rl''^- i ■M^i'^^rlf? 
 
 Sho.\l cue QAJher ai \:h& riyer^ Where briplrt Ango^ feet bave trodf 
 
 y^^jj» i ;jj;j'i ^jN jj^-'j^ ii , i ■■' 
 
 ROBERT LOWRY 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 231 
 
 a life of sin ; I am tired of it, won't you pray for me? * 
 They had prayer, and the poor wandering one was 
 led to the Saviour. She said : * I'll never go back to 
 that place again. I'm going to the poor-master and 
 ask him to send me home.' 
 
 '' The worker furnished the money to pay her fare 
 to her home in a neig-hboring city, and she went away 
 rejoicing. This was some time ago. One evening the 
 girl, accompanied by her father, paid a visit to the mis- 
 sion. She was happy in Christ, and had led eleven 
 souls to him, her father and mother being among the 
 number. Her father was full of praise and thanksgiv- 
 ing to God for what he had done for his erring child, 
 and tears ran down his cheeks as he thanked the singer 
 for the song, and for J:he help she had been to his 
 daughter. Her desire is to work among the fallen 
 ones from among whom she was rescued." 
 
 Not Half has ever been Told 
 
 Words by the Rev. J. B. Atcbinson Music by O. F. Presbrey 
 
 "I have read of a beautiful city. 
 Far away in the kingdom of God." 
 
 "A young skeptic in Ohio," writes Dr. O. F. 
 Presbrey, " was wasting away with consumption. His 
 family were greatly distressed, for nothing seemed to 
 awaken in him an interest regarding his soul. One 
 day, as he lay on the sofa, his sister, sitting at the organ, 
 sang, ' Not half has ever been told.' He seemed much 
 affected and said, * Oh, sister, sing that hymn again, I 
 never had anything touch my heart like that before.' 
 The hymn was sung again, and day by day he listened 
 
232 Sankey's Story 
 
 to it. Within two months his spirit took its flight, 
 singing as it went, 
 
 'Not half of that city's bright glory, 
 To mortals has ever been told.' " 
 
 A clergyman had a son who was sent up into the 
 north woods of Canada in search of health. After a 
 few weeks his father was summoned, and found him in 
 a dying condition. On the evening before his death 
 they sang together " Not half has ever been told." The 
 father says that he can never forget the joy and peace 
 which filled the soul of his dying boy as they sang of 
 that beautiful city of which he was so soon to be an 
 inhabitant. 
 
 Not Now, My Child 
 
 Words by Mrs. Pennefather Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Not now, my child, — a little more rough tossing, 
 A little longer on the billows' foam." 
 
 Mrs. Pennefather, the author of this hymn, was 
 the wife of one of the ministers who invited Mr. Moody 
 and me to England in 1873. She was one of the found- 
 ers of the Mildmay Conference, in the north of Lon- 
 don, and also organized the famous Deaconess Society, 
 composed of many ladies of distinction who therein 
 seek a field for religious effort. I arranged her hymn 
 to music, and often used to sing it as a solo. 
 
 A young lady of a titled family, walking one day 
 along the Strand, saw crowds pushing into the large 
 building where we were holding meetings. Following 
 the crowd, she soon found herself seated and listening 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 233 
 
 to a stirring sermon by Mr. Moody. I also sang this 
 hymn as a solo. The whole service much impressed 
 the young lady. At the conclusion of the meeting, 
 when Mr. Moody invited all who desired to become 
 Christians to rise, she stood up with hundreds of 
 others, and later went into the inquiry-room and there 
 gave her heart to God. When she went home she an- 
 nounced to her family that she had become a Chris- 
 tian, and they laughed her to scorn. After a few weeks 
 she decided to leave her home and cast in her lot with 
 those who were living for Christ. She went to Mrs. 
 Pennefather, and put on the dress of a deaconess. 
 There she continued for over a year. One day, more 
 than a year later, she received a letter from her father, 
 a Lord of the realm, asking her to accompany him on 
 his yachting trip to the north of Scotland. While on 
 the trip she was successful in leading her father to the 
 Saviour. Landing in Scotland, they found some 
 friends from London in a little fishing village. On Sun- 
 day the question arose as to where they would attend 
 service. They finally agreed to go to a neighboring 
 village where a visiting clergyman was to give an ad- 
 dress. The young lady and her father were greatly 
 impressed with the sermon. The next day when they 
 returned to the yacht, his Lordship remarked that he 
 would like to have that clergyman preach his funeral 
 sermon. On the return trip the old gentleman caught 
 a severe cold, and died soon afterward. The young 
 lady communicated her father's wish to the clergyman, 
 and he conducted the funeral services. The clergy- 
 man became interested in the young lady, and sought 
 her hand in marriaee. After their wedding they moved 
 
234 Sankeys Story 
 
 to Scotland, residing on a large estate to which the 
 clergyman had fallen heir. When Mr. Moody and I 
 were carrying on the campaign in Scotland we were 
 invited to visit their castle. During our visit there we 
 held meetings in the neighborhood for the miners. At 
 the suggestion of our host we used to go into the forest 
 and cut down trees for exercise. Before leaving the 
 estate each of us planted a tree near the castle gate, 
 and the clergyman named one of them " Moody," and 
 the other " Sankey." 
 
 Nothing but Leaves 
 
 Words by L. E. Akerman Music by Silas J. Vail 
 
 "Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves 
 O'er years of wasted life." 
 
 Mrs. Lucy Evelina Akerman, the author of this 
 hymn, died in Providence, Rhode Island, 1874, at the 
 age of twenty-four. 
 
 The hymn was a special favorite at the early 
 Moody and Sankey meetings. I often sang it as a solo 
 for Mr. Moody's lecture on " The Holy Spirit." While 
 singing it in Birmingham a lady was convinced, as she 
 wrote me afterwards, that her life had been nothing 
 but leaves ; and she then decided to devote the rest 
 of her life to rescuing her lost sisters. She secured a 
 building, which she called " The Rescue Home," and 
 for years she gathered in poor, wretched girls from 
 the streets of the city, gave them employment, and 
 taught them the way of life. Through her efforts hun- 
 dreds of girls were saved. After her death the city 
 officials took up her work, employing other women. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 237 
 
 who are still engaged in seeking the lost ones. On my 
 last visit to England I had the pleasure of visiting this 
 rescue home and singing for the inmates. 
 
 "During the mission in 1884," writes M. C. 
 Boardman, of Stratford, East London, " the hymn 
 ' Nothing but leaves ' was often sung. It brought con- 
 viction to one of the stewards. He said that this song 
 disturbed him. For years he had been a professor of 
 religion, but with personal interest in view. He said 
 he trusted that henceforth there would be fruit as well 
 as leaves in his life. From that time he has been an 
 ardent Christian worker." 
 
 O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing 
 
 Words by Charles Wesley Music by Oliver Holden 
 
 "O for a thousand tongues to sing 
 My great Redeemer's praise." 
 
 When Charles Wesley consulted Peter Bohler as 
 to the propriety of praising God, he replied, " Had I a 
 thousand tongues, I would praise him with all " — an 
 expression that is believed to have inspired the opening 
 line of this hymn which Wesley wrote, in 1739, to com- 
 memorate the first anniversary of his new birthday, the 
 day of his conversion. When John Wesley made his 
 collection of hymns for the use of the Methodists, he 
 selected this one to stand as the first hymn in the book. 
 To this day it remains in that place of honor, and as 
 the Rev. S. W. Duffield says, it " well deserves the 
 prominence." 
 
238 Sankey's Story 
 
 Oh, to be Nothing 
 
 Words by Georgiana M. Taylor Music by R. G. Halls. Arr. by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " Oh, to be nothing, nothing, 
 Only to lie at His feet." 
 
 Miss Taylor writes me : " The idea for the hymn 
 came into my mind through reading the expression, 
 * Oh, to be nothing,' in a volume of an old magazine. 
 I think it occurred in an anecdote about an aged Chris- 
 tian worker. At all events the words haunted me ; I 
 mused on their meaning, and the hymn was the out- 
 come." 
 
 Some one has misinterpreted the true meaning of 
 the hymn, and has written another entitled, '* Oh, to be 
 something." But it is not in accordance with the Mas- 
 ter, who made himself nothing; nor is it in the spirit 
 of the text which says that he that abaseth himself shall 
 in due time be exalted. 
 
 This hymn was much used as a solo in our meet- 
 ings in Great Britain. 
 
 Oh, what are You Going to Do? 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by Philip Phillips 
 
 "Oh, what are you going to do, brother? 
 Say, what are you going to do?" 
 
 Away back in 1867 this hymn was written and 
 dedicated to the Young Men's Christian Associations 
 of America. For many years I used it both in Great 
 Britain and America. Many testimonies have been 
 given of the blessing it has brought to young men who 
 have heard it sung. 
 
 '* I have a young men's Bible-class," writes a 
 Christian worker in Rotherham, England. *' Some 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 239 
 
 years ago one of my scholars brought a stranger to the 
 class, who had just come to our town on business. He 
 continued to attend very regularly for about a year. 
 Having obtained a better business appointment in a 
 distant town_, he told me before leaving the class that 
 when he first arrived he had fully made up his mind to 
 shake himself free from all religious influence; as he 
 had come to a strange town where no one knew him, 
 he would enjoy himself any way he chose. But he con- 
 sented to attend the class just once. The first hymn 
 sung was, ' Oh, what are you going to do, brother ? 
 Say, what are you going to do?' He could not get 
 it out of his head all the week, and it was the means 
 of entirely setting aside his intentions. On arriving 
 at his new home he immediately united with a Chris- 
 tian church. His steady, consistent life won for him 
 further promotion in business, and he now fills a posi- 
 tion of usefulness and responsibility in an important 
 town. All the good he had received he attributed to 
 that hymn on the first Sunday of his residence here." 
 
 On Jordan's Stormy Banks 
 
 Words by the Rev. Samuel Stennett Music by T. C. O'Kane 
 
 " On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
 And cast a wishful eye." 
 
 While visiting the Holy Land I sang this hymn 
 on the banks of the Jordan, opposite Mount Horeb, 
 where God showed Moses the promised land of Ca- 
 naan. As the banks of the Jordan are not stormy, the 
 w^ord " rugged " has by many been substituted for 
 *' stormy " in the first line. 
 
240 Sankey's Story 
 
 Of the many hymns written by Dr. Stennett, this 
 is one of the most famous. The author was born at 
 Exeter, England. His father was the pastor of the 
 Baptist Church, in Little Wild Street, London. With 
 this church young Sennett united. He became his 
 father's assistant, and later his successor, continuing 
 in that pastorate until his death, in 1795, at the age 
 of sixty-eight. He was noted as the friend of King 
 George HI. The hymn was first published in Rippon's 
 " Selections," in 1787. 
 
 One more Day's Work for Jesus 
 
 Words by Miss Anna Warner Music by the Rev. Robert Lowry 
 
 " One more day's work for Jesu"; 
 One less of life for me." 
 
 One day, while the children in a Mission Chapel 
 were singing " One more day's work for Jesus," a 
 woman passing by stopped outside to listen. She 
 went home with these words fixed in her mind. The 
 next day, as she was bending over the washtub, the 
 words of the hymn came to her again and aroused the 
 question, " Have I ever done one day's work for Jesus 
 in all my Hfe?" That marked the turning point. 
 There and then she began to work for Christ. She 
 washed the clothes for Jesus, cleaned the house for 
 Jesus, administered the needs of her family for Jesus. 
 A new light came into her life ; and at the close of 
 that day she could sing with a different feeling and a 
 new enthusiasm: 
 
 "One more day's work for Jesus; 
 How sweet the work has been." 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 241 
 
 One Sweetly Solemn Thought 
 
 Words by Phoebe Cary Music by Philip Phillips 
 
 "One sweetly solemn thought 
 Comes to me o'er and o'er." 
 
 A gentleman traveling in China found at Macao a 
 company of gamblers in a back room on the upper floor 
 of a hotel. At the table nearest him was an American, 
 about twenty years old, playing with an old man. While 
 the gray-haired man was shuffling the cards, the young 
 man, in a careless way, sang a verse of " One sweetly 
 solemn thought," to a very pathetic tune. Several 
 gamblers looked up in surprise on hearing the singing. 
 The old man, who was dealing the cards, gazed stead- 
 fastly at his partner in the game, and then threw the 
 pack of cards under the table. 
 
 " Where did you learn that song ? " he asked. The 
 young man pretended that he did not know that he had 
 been singing. " Well, no matter," said the old man, 
 " I have played my last game, and that's the end of it. 
 The cards may lie there till doomsday, and I'll never 
 pick them up." Having won a hundred dollars from 
 the young man, he took the money from his pocket and, 
 handing it over to the latter, said : " Here, Harry, is 
 your money ; take it and do good with it ; I shall with 
 mine." 
 
 The traveler followed them downstairs, and at the 
 door heard the old man still talking about the song 
 which the young man had sung. Long afterward a 
 gentleman in Boston received a letter from the old 
 man, in which he declared that he had become a '* hard- 
 working Christian," and that his young friend also 
 had renounced gambling and kindred vices. 
 
242 San key's Story 
 
 This hymn was composed in a little third-story 
 bedroom one Sunday morning in 1852, after the author 
 had come from church. Miss Carey was then twenty- 
 eight. She died in Newport, Rhode Island, nineteen 
 years later. 
 
 Only a Step to Jesus 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "Only a step to Jesus! 
 Then why not take it now?" 
 
 The editor of a religious periodical in the South 
 sends me the following incident, which occurred while 
 he was holding meetings in a small town : '' One night 
 a prominent man of the county, not a Christian, was 
 in town. Having heard of the fine singing, he went 
 to the meeting for a few minutes to listen to a song or 
 two. He heard only one song and then went away ; 
 but that song went with him. It was, * Only a step to 
 Jesus ! Then why not take it now ? ' The words 
 stayed with him, and were repeated over and over. 
 They came back to him the next day, and awakened 
 inquiry regarding himself which at last led him into 
 repentance and a happy conversion. Many people 
 wept as he related his experience before the church.'* 
 
 Only Trust Him 
 
 Words by J. H. S. Music by J. H. Stockton 
 
 " Come, every soul by sin oppressed 
 There's mercy with the Lord." 
 
 While on the way to England with Mr. Moody 
 in 1873, one day in mid-ocean, as I was looking over a 
 list of hymns in my scrap-book, I noticed one com- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 243 
 
 mencing, " Come every soul by sin oppressed," written 
 by the Rev. John Stockton, with the familiar chorus, 
 
 " Come to Jesus, 
 Come to Jesus, 
 Come to Jesus just now." 
 
 Believing that these words had been so often sung 
 that they were hackneyed, I decided to change 
 them and tell how to come to Jesus by substituting the 
 words, " Only trust him." In this form it was first pub- 
 lished in " Sacred Songs and Solos " in London. While 
 holding meetings in Her Majesty's Theater in Pall 
 Mall, London, and singing this hymn, I thought I 
 would change the chorus again, and asked the people 
 to sing 
 
 " I will trust Him, 
 
 I will trust Him, 
 
 I will trust Him just now." 
 
 Then as we sang I decided to change it once more, 
 and asked them to sing, '*! do trust him." God 
 blessed this rendering of the hymn to eight persons 
 present, who testified afterward that by the change 
 they were led to accept salvation. 
 
 " I am much interested in sacred songs," writes a 
 missionary in England, ''because it was the first verse 
 of * Only trust Him ' that opened the door of my heart 
 to let the Master into my soul in all his fulness. I 
 was in the army, and found my way to the Woolwich 
 Soldiers' Home, where I heard the Gospel ; and for a 
 fortnight I was groping in the dark for peace, when 
 one evening I heard the singing of 'Only trust Him,' 
 
244 Sankefs Story 
 
 which brought light into my soul. I have ever since 
 been happy, serving Him with my whole heart. I 
 am now a missionary to my comrades." 
 
 Onward, Christian Soldiers 
 
 Words by S. Baring-Gould Music by A. S. Sullivan 
 
 "Onward, Christian soldiers! 
 Marching as to war." 
 
 Written for a special occasion, the author was 
 totally unprepared for the subsequent popularity of 
 this hymn. In 1895 he said regarding its composi- 
 tion : " Whit-Monday is a great day for school festivals 
 in Yorkshire. One Whit-Monday, thirty years ago, it 
 was arranged that our school should join forces with 
 that of a neighboring village. I wanted the children 
 to sing when marching from one village to another, but 
 couldn't think of anything quite suitable ; so I sat up 
 at night, resolved that I would write something myself. 
 * Onward, Christian soldiers ' was the result. It was 
 written in great haste, and I am afraid some of the 
 rhymes are faulty. Certainly nothing has surprised 
 me more than its popularity. I don't remember how 
 it got printed first, but I know that very soon it found 
 its way into several collections. I have written a few 
 other hymns since then, but only two or three have 
 become at all well-known." The tune to which it is 
 now sung is the one by which Sir Arthur Sullivan is 
 likely to be known longest to posterity. 
 
 Mr. Moody would not give out this hymn in con- 
 nection with his meetings, as he thought it contained 
 
SIR. ARTHUR SULLIVAN 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 
 
 too much vain boasting. He would exclaim : "We are 
 a nice lot of soldiers I " 
 
 Out of the Shadow-land 
 
 Words by Ira D. Sankey ^lusic by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " Out of the shadow-land, into the sunshine, 
 Cloudless, eternal, that fades not away." 
 
 I wrote this hymn especially for the memorial 
 service held for Mr. Moody in Carnegie Hall, where I 
 also sang it as a solo. It was the last sacred song to 
 which I wrote both the words and music. It has been 
 largely adopted in England as a funeral hymn. As it 
 does not appear in " Gospel Hymns " the words as 
 they are found in " Sacred Songs and Solos " are here 
 given in full. 
 
 OUT OF THE SHADOW-LAND 
 
 Out of the shadow-land, into the sunshine, 
 
 Cloudless, eternal, that fades not away; 
 Softly and tenderly Jesus will call us; 
 
 Home, where the ransom'd are gath'ring to-day. 
 
 Chorus. 
 Silently, peacefully, angels will bear us 
 
 Into the beautiful mansions above; 
 There shall we rest from earth's toiling forever. 
 
 Safe in the arms of God's infinite love. 
 
 Out of the shadow-land, weary and changeful, 
 
 Out of the valley of sorrow and night. 
 Into the rest of the life everlasting. 
 
 Into the summer of endless delight. 
 
 Out of the shadow-land, over life's ocean. 
 
 Into the rapture and joy of the Lord, 
 Safe in the Father's house, welcomed by angels, 
 
 Ours the bright crown and eternal reward. 
 
248 Sankey's Story 
 
 Over the Line 
 
 Words by Ellen K. Bradford Music by E. H. Phelps 
 
 "Oh, tender and sweet was the Master's voice 
 As He lovingly called to me." 
 
 We were holding meetings in Springfield, Massa- 
 chusetts, in 1878. One day, at the noon meeting in 
 City Hall, a minister rose on the platform and bore 
 testimony to the way the Lord had blessed one of his 
 sons, a Yale student. " My son," he said, ''happened 
 to be seated beside a gentleman from England in one 
 of Mr. Moody's meetings. Tarrying for the after- 
 meeting, he was spoken to by the gentleman beside 
 him about becoming a Christian. After half an hour 
 spent in talking they went out into the street, and the 
 gentleman said that he would gladly walk home with 
 my son if he had no objection, as he had nothing else 
 to do. They came at last to the gate which led to my 
 home. Before parting, the earnest Christian worker 
 said he would like to offer one more prayer for my 
 boy. Holding the young man's hand, he asked that 
 the Lord would enable him to decide the great question 
 that very night. With this prayer they separated. 
 The gentleman left town the next day, and may never 
 know how God heard and answered his prayer. 
 
 " My son was greatly impressed. Approaching 
 the house, he stopped suddenly, made a deep line across 
 the graveled walk with his cane, and said : * Now, I 
 must decide this question, for or against Christ, to- 
 night. If I cross the line my life shall be for him ; but 
 if I go around it, it will be for the world.' Standing 
 there considering the great question with himself for 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 249 
 
 a half hour, at last he cried : * O God, help me to decide 
 aright ! ' Then he went bounding over the line, and 
 came into my room and said : ' Father, I wish you 
 would pray for me ! I have decided to be a Chris- 
 tian.' " The minister said that his heart went out in 
 supplication to God to keep and bless his boy. 
 
 This story affected the audience to tears. One of 
 the newspapermen, Mr. E. H. Phelps, proprietor of 
 one of the leading papers of the city, took down the 
 father's story and published it the next morning. And 
 Mrs. Bradford, of Palmer, in the same state, after 
 reading the incident in the paper, sat down and wrote 
 " Over the Line." She sent the hymn to the editor of 
 the paper, Mr. Phelps, and he at once set it to music. 
 Three days later he handed the song to me. I adapted 
 it and had it published in "Gospel Hymns." It has 
 been blessed to thousands of souls all over the world, 
 leading to the conversion of very many. 
 
 " While I was holding a series of revival meetings 
 at Brigham, Utah," relates an Iowa clergyman, " a man 
 was brought to a full surrender of himself to Christ by 
 the singing of the hymn, ' Over the Line.' The first 
 two or three meetings made him very angry, and he 
 determined not to go any more ; but as the services 
 increased in interest his anxiety and troubled mind 
 induced him to return, yet only as an observer. He 
 remained in the lecture-room, which opened into the 
 audience-room. Here he was noticed walking the floor, 
 as if in bodily pain. But when at the close of the meet- 
 ing we sang this hymn, he advanced toward the pulpit, 
 made a long step as though stepping over some object, 
 
250 Sankefs Story 
 
 reached out his hand and said in a loud, determined 
 voice : ' I have stepped over the Hne.' This dramatic 
 surrender to Christ and pubHc profession had a power- 
 ful effect upon the audience, and many more followed 
 his example." 
 
 A missionary sends me the following incident : " I 
 was holding a gospel meeting one Sunday in a 
 Woman's Christian Temperance Union mission. We 
 were on our bended knees when the Spirit said to me, 
 sing, ' Over the Line.' When we arose I turned to the 
 lady at the organ, who had a consecrated voice, and 
 said, sing ' Over the Line.* At the close a man rose 
 and spoke as follows : ' I came away from home and 
 family and work two weeks ago in a drunken spree. 
 Since I came to your city I have often heard of this 
 mission, and was asked to come, but with oaths I re- 
 fused up to an hour ago, and then I entered this room. 
 The same spirit of unbelief possessed me until this lady 
 began to sing. Those words went to my heart ; they 
 were all written for me, and as she sang the last verse 
 I crossed the line, I gave myself, and ' — with a deep 
 sob—' He took me.' " 
 
 Pass Me Not 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, 
 Hear my humble cry." 
 
 An earnest Christian pastor told of a young man 
 about whom he had long felt much anxiety, as he had 
 seemed so unconcerned about his soul, and was, in 
 reality, a real cause of disturbance and interruption in 
 the classes for other young men. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 251 
 
 Meeting him one day, the loving pastor sought 
 once more to influence him, urging, " We want you 
 for Christ and his service." There was a certain 
 change in his manner which did not escape the eye of 
 the prayerful watcher for souls, and — lacking time to 
 do more — he seized the opportunity to secure the pres- 
 ence of his young friend at a Christian Endeavor meet- 
 ing soon to be held. True to his promise he was there. 
 When an opportunity was given for some of the young 
 men to choose a song, it was seen that he was urging 
 his companion to select some particular hymn. The 
 other, yielding to his request, asked if the hymn, " Pass 
 me not, O gentle Saviour," might be sung; and both 
 young men joined in the singing with evident interest 
 and heartiness. Later in the evening it was requested 
 that all who were definitely on the Lord's side would 
 confess their allegiance by standing. Whereupon the 
 one over whom the heart of the pastor was specially 
 yearning rose at once, and with decision. 
 
 " Tell me about your conversion," the thankful 
 pastor requested at the close of the meeting, when 
 hands were clasped in glad, brotherly welcome and 
 recognition. 
 
 " Oh, yes," assented the other. " It was all 
 through that hymn we have just sung. I was working 
 on the canal at G — , and there was a meeting being 
 held at the Mariner's Chapel, near by. The words 
 floated out over the water, and from the tug where I 
 was working I could hear them plainly enough. When 
 they were just going to sing those lines — 
 
 'While on others Thou are calling, 
 Do not pass me by!' 
 
252 Sankey's Story 
 
 a great fear came over me, and I thought, * Oh, if the 
 Lord were to pass me by, how terrible it would be ! ' 
 Then and there, on the tug, I cried out : ' O Lord, do 
 not pass me by.' And " — with a bright smile — " he 
 didn't pass me by. I am saved." 
 
 No hymn in our collection was more popular than 
 this at our meetings in London in 1874. It was sung 
 almost every day in Her Majesty's Theater, in Pall 
 Mall, and has been translated into several languages. 
 
 At one of our noonday prayer-meetings in Glas- 
 gow a prominent gentleman was awakened by the sing- 
 ing of this hymn. He had been very much opposed to 
 our meetings, and his opposition was not lessened 
 when he saw his wife converted. That day he had 
 agreed to attend the meeting for the last time, as a 
 sort of concession; and that was the day when the 
 Spirit of God touched him by this hymn. 
 
 Peace ! Be Still ! 
 
 Words by Miss M. A, Baker Music by H. R. Palmer 
 
 "Master, the tempest is raging! 
 . The billows are tossing high!" 
 
 When a deep and comforting spiritual experience 
 finds expression it will surely bring comfort to others, 
 as this hymn has done many times. Miss Mary A. 
 Baker has told of its origin : 
 
 " Dr. Palmer requested me to prepare several 
 songs on the subject of the current Sunday-school les- 
 sons. One of the themes was ' Christ Stilling the Tem- 
 
FANNY J. CROSBY 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 255 
 
 pest.' It so expressed an experience I had recently 
 passed through, that this hymn was the result. A very 
 dear and only brother, a young man of rare loveliness 
 and promise of character, had been laid in the grave, a 
 victim of the same disease that had already taken father 
 and mother. His death occurred under pecuHarly dis- 
 tressing circumstances. He was more than a thousand 
 miles away from home, seeking in the balmy air of the 
 sunny South the healing that our colder climate could 
 not give. Suddenly he grew worse. The writer was 
 ill and could not go to him. For two weeks the long 
 lines of telegraph wires carried back and forth mes- 
 sages between the dying brother and his waiting sisters, 
 ere the word came which told us that our beloved 
 brother was no longer a dweller on the earth. Al- 
 though we mourned not as those without hope, and al- 
 though I had believed on Christ in early childhood and 
 had always desired to give the Master a consecrated 
 and obedient life, I became wickedly rebellious at this 
 dispensation of divine providence. I said in my heart 
 that God did not care for me or mine. But the Master's 
 own voice stilled the tempest in my unsanctified heart, 
 and brought it to the calm of a deeper faith and a more 
 perfect trust. Since then I have given much of my 
 time and strength to active temperance work as a mem- 
 ber of the Woman's Christian Temperance Union. Wit- 
 nessing the unparalleled suffering that comes to sisters, 
 wives and mothers through the legalized curse of our 
 land, the rum traffic, which is yearly slaying its thou- 
 sands and tens of thousands in their early manhood 
 and hurrying them into dishonored graves, I have 
 come to feel a keen sense of gratitude for the sweet 
 
256 Sankeys Story 
 
 memories left of my departed brother. God's way is 
 best. 
 
 " I supposed that the hymn had done its work 
 and gone to rest. But, during the weeks when our 
 nation kept watch by the bedside of our greatly be- 
 loved President Garfield, it was republished as espe- 
 cially appropriate to the time, and was sung at some of 
 the many funeral services held throughout the United 
 States. It is quite a surprise tp me that this humble 
 hymn should have crossed the seas and been sung in 
 far distant lands to the honor of the Saviour's name." 
 
 Pull for the Shore 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand! 
 See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven's land." 
 
 One one occasion the vessel on which Mr. Moody 
 was returning from Europe, accompanied by his oldest 
 son, was disabled by the breaking of a propelling shaft. 
 Mrs. Moody was at my home in Brooklyn, waiting to 
 receive them on their arrival. Day after day passed 
 without word from the steamer, and Mrs. Moody be- 
 came almost frantic with anxiety. At last I received 
 this cable dispatch from Mr. Moody : " Saved, thank 
 God." I learned afterwards that the people gathered 
 around him and begged him to pray for their deliver- 
 ance. Several infidels on board, who had been mak- 
 ing light of Mr. Moody's work, were found kneeling 
 at his side, and through the earnestness of his prayers 
 and divine help they were led to Christ. 
 
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 Rescue the Perishing 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by \V. H. Doane 
 
 " Rescue the perishing, 
 Care for the dying." 
 
 On a stormy night a middle-aged man staggered 
 into the Bowery Mission. He was intoxicated, his 
 face unwashed and unshaven, and his clothes soiled 
 and torn. He sank into a seat, and, gazing around, 
 seemed to wonder what kind of a place he had come 
 into. " Rescue the perishing " and other gospel hymns 
 were sung and seemed to interest him, and to recall 
 some memory of his youth long since forgotten. As 
 the leader of the meeting told the simple story of the 
 Gospel, and how the Lord had come to seek and save 
 sinners, the man listened eagerly. The leader in his 
 younger days had been a soldier and had seen hard 
 and active service. In the course of his remarks he 
 mentioned several incidents which had occurred in his 
 experience during the war, and he gave the name of 
 the company in which he served. At the close of the 
 meeting the man eagerly staggered up to the leader 
 and in a broken voice said : 
 
 " When were you in that company you spoke of ? " 
 
 " Why, all through the war," said the leader. 
 
 " Do you remember the battle of ? " 
 
 " Perfectly." 
 
 " Do you remember the name of the captain of 
 your company at that time." 
 
 " Yes, his name was ." 
 
 "You are right! I am that man. I was your 
 captain. Look at me to-day, and see what a wreck I 
 
258 Sankey's Story 
 
 am. Can you save your old captain? I have lost 
 everything I had in the world through drink, and I 
 don't know where to go." 
 
 He was saved that night, and was soon helped by 
 some of his former friends to get back his old position. 
 He often told the story of how a soldier saved his cap- 
 tain, and how much he loved the words of '' Rescue the 
 perishing." 
 
 A man in Sussex, England, gives this testimony : 
 '* I believe I can attribute my conversion, through the 
 grace of God, to one verse of that precious hymn, 
 * Rescue the perishing.' I was far away from my 
 Saviour, and living without a hope in Jesus. I was 
 very fond of singing hymns, and one day I came across 
 this beautiful piece, and when I had sung the words, 
 
 'Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness, 
 Chords that were broken will vibrate once more,* 
 
 I fell Upon my knees and gave my heart to the Lord 
 Jesus Christ. From that hour I have followed him 
 who, through this verse, touched my heart and made 
 it vibrate with his praises ever since." 
 
 1^ 
 
 Fanny Crosby returned, one day, from a visit to 
 a mission in one of the worst districts in New York 
 City, where she had heard about the needs of the lost 
 and perishing. Her sympathies were aroused to help 
 the lowly and neglected, and the cry of her heart went 
 forth in this hymn, which has become a battle-cry for 
 the great army of Christian workers throughout the 
 world. It has been used very extensively in temper- 
 
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 ance work, and has been blessed to thousands of souls. 
 Mr. Moody was very fond of it, and has borne testi- 
 mony to its power to reach the hearts of wanderers. 
 It was also a favorite of the two great temperance 
 workers, Frances E. Willard and Francis Murphy. 
 
 Rest for the Weary 
 
 Words by the Rev. S. Y. Harmer Music by the Rev. William McDonald 
 
 "In the Christian's home in glory, 
 There remains a land of rest;" 
 
 A fifteen-year-old girl, of good family, was pres- 
 ent at one of our meetings in the Free College Church 
 of Glasgow, in 1874, and at the close of the meeting 
 remained among the inquirers at the College Hall. 
 Here she was spoken to by a lady, and was led to 
 Christ. Going home, she told her mother that she 
 was now happy in the Lord. That very night she was 
 taken sick, symptoms of scarlet fever appearing. Prayer 
 was offered for her at the daily prayer-meetings. Per- 
 haps most of her friends thought that the Lord would 
 answer their supplications by restoring her to health ; 
 but he had a purpose of another kind. He meant to 
 take her away to himself, and to teach others by her 
 removal. When it was evident that she was dying 
 she told her father that she was going home to Christ. 
 Near the end, he tried to sing with her " In the Chris- 
 tian's home in glory." She caught up the words, 
 
 "There my Saviour's gone before me, 
 To fulfill my soul's request." 
 
 and faithfully repeated them. Her voice died away ; 
 
26o Sankeys Story 
 
 those were the last words she was heard to utter. 
 Before this she had sent a message of thanks to Mr. 
 Moody and myself, and to the lady who had led her 
 to Christ. 
 
 " Ah," said Mr. Moody, in telling of this, " would 
 not any one have regretted missing the opportunity of 
 helping this soul, who has sent back her thanks from 
 the very portals of glory ? " 
 
 Ring the Bells of Heaven 
 
 Words by William O. Gushing Music by George F. Root 
 
 "Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day 
 For a soul, returning from the wild." 
 
 " * Ring the bells of heaven ' was written," says 
 the author, " to fit a beautiful tune sent me by George 
 F. Root, entitled, ' The little Octoroon.' After receiv- 
 ing it, the melody ran in my head all day long, chiming 
 and flowing in its sweet musical cadence. I wished 
 greatly that I might secure the tune for work in the 
 Sunday-school and for other Christian purposes. When 
 I heard the bells of heaven ringing over some sinner 
 that had returned, it seemed like a glad day in heaven. 
 Then the words ' Ring the bells of heaven,' at once 
 flowed down into the waiting melody. It was a beau- 
 tiful and blessed experience, and the bells seem ringing 
 
 A little girl in England, who was much beloved 
 by her parents, was dying. She had been very fond 
 of our hymns and would often speak of how much 
 she loved them. A few days before she died she said 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 261 
 
 to her mother : " When I am gone, mother, will you 
 ask the girls of the school to sing that hymn, 
 
 'Ring the bells of heaven! There is joy to-day, 
 
 For a soul returning from the wild; 
 See! the Father meets him out upon the way, 
 
 Welcoming His weary, wandering child! 
 Glory! glory! how the angels sing! 
 Glory! glory! how the loud harps ring!'" 
 
 Half an hour before her departure she exclaimed : 
 " Oh, mother, Hsten to the bells of heaven ! they are 
 ringing so beautifully ! " 
 
 Rock of Ages 
 
 Words by A. M. Toplady Music by Dr. Thomas Hastings 
 
 "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in Thee." 
 
 In the year 1756 a young man of sixteen, while 
 visiting with his mother in Ireland, attended an evan- 
 gehstic meeting held in a barn at the little village of 
 Codymain. At this meeting the young man was con- 
 verted. He was none other than Augustus Montague 
 Toplady, who afterwards wrote this famous hymn. 
 Of his conversion the author says : " Strange that I, 
 who had so long sat under the means in England, 
 fehould be brought right unto God in an obscure part 
 of Ireland, midst a handful of people met together in 
 a barn, and by the ministry of one who could hardly 
 spell his own name. Surely it was the Lord's doing, 
 and is marvelous." 
 
 At the age of twenty-two Toplady received orders 
 in the Church of England. He was a strong Calvin- 
 
262 Sankeys Story 
 
 ist, and the author of many popular hymns. He died 
 in 1778. " Rock of Ages " was first published in 1776, 
 in " The Gospel Magazine," of which he was the 
 editor. The hymn has been more or less altered and 
 rearranged several times since then, but the sentiment 
 remains the same. 
 
 It was to this hymn that the beloved Prince Con- 
 sort, Albert of England, turned, repeating it constantly 
 upon his deathbed. ** For," said he, " if in this hour 
 I had only my worldly honors and dignities to depend 
 upon, I should be poor indeed." 
 
 Mrs. L. S. Bainbridge, who, with her husband, vis- 
 ited China for the purpose of studying Christian mis- 
 sions, tells the following incident : " The Chinese 
 women, it seems, are so anxious to ' make merit ' for 
 themselves, that they will perform any labor to escape 
 the painful transmigrations of the next life. They 
 dread to be born again as dogs or cats, and the highest 
 hope possessed by them is to be reborn as men. In 
 order to secure this they do any and every meritorious 
 act. One woman had excavated with her poor, weak 
 hands a well twenty feet deep, and it was only after 
 this achievement that she learned of the free Gospel 
 of salvation. She was now a woman of eighty, and, 
 stretching out her aged and crippled fingers, we sang 
 together, 
 
 * Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to Thy cross I cling.' " 
 
 Years ago, when a ship sank in the Bay of Biscay, 
 a man who was saved was asked what the passengers 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 263 
 
 were doing when the ship went down. He said that 
 the last he heard was " Rock of Ages/' sung by all 
 who could join in it. 
 
 Several tunes have been written for this hymn, 
 the most popular one, however, being the tune by Dr. 
 Thomas Hastings, who was born at Washington, Con- 
 necticut, in 1784, and who died in New York in 1872. 
 He wrote many hymns and published several hymn- 
 books. I have in my possession a large number of 
 hymns set to music by Mr. Hastings which have never 
 been published. 
 
 Safe in the Arms of Jesus 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 Safe on His gentle breast." 
 
 Mr. Doane came into a room in New York, once, 
 where Fanny Crosby was talking with Mr. Bradbury, 
 the father of Sunday-school music, and said to her: 
 *' Fanny, I have written a tune and I want you to write 
 words for it." 
 
 " Let me hear how the tune goes," she replied. 
 After Mr. Doane had played it over for her on a small 
 organ, she at once exclaimed : " Why, that tune says, 
 '' Safe in the arms of Jesus,' and I will see what I can 
 do about it." 
 
 She at once retired to an adjoining room, where 
 she spent half an hour alone. On returning she 
 quoted to Mr. Doane the words of this now immortal 
 
264 Sankey's Story 
 
 hymn. It was first published in the book entitled 
 " Songs of Devotion." 
 
 A party of steerage passengers were gathered one 
 foggy day below decks on an Allan liner near the en- 
 trance of the Belle Isle Straits. They were cold and 
 cheerless and weary of the voyage, though only two 
 days out, and a lady had come down to talk and sing 
 to them. The subject was '' Stepping over the line," 
 and the song was '' Safe in the arms of Jesus." She 
 told the story of a young sailor, who was summoned to 
 his mother's death-bed. " Willie," said the mother, 
 looking up at him with tearful eyes, " sing to me once 
 more ' Safe in the arms of Jesus.' " " Mother," he 
 replied, " I can't sing that song. It would be a lie ; I 
 am not safe, and I can't sing a lie." The speaker said 
 that she thanked God that the young sailor afterward 
 stepped over the line and was safe. After the story 
 was told and a hymn sung, a man suddenly left his 
 place among the listeners. The lady was troubled. 
 Had she offended him or was his conscience stricken ? 
 She watched for him day after day, but a storm suc- 
 ceeded the fog, and it was not until the last day of the 
 voyage that she saw him again. Then, while the vessel 
 was moored in Moville Harbor, and all was bustle on 
 deck, the tall Scotchman sought her, saying: 
 
 " Oh, I am so glad that I have found you again ! 
 I could not leave without thanking you for those 
 words you sang, * Safe in the arms of Jesus.' I felt 
 that I could not sing that hymn, as I was not safe. I 
 have been to church all my life, and have taken the 
 sacrament ; but I was not safe, and I could not sing it. 
 
W. H. DOANE 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 267 
 
 Then came the storm and I was miserable, for I 
 thought we might go to the bottom and I should be 
 lost." 
 
 " And what did you do then ? " asked the lady. 
 
 " Why, I remembered how you said that we might 
 trust the Lord Jesus to save us now — and I did trust 
 him right there in my berth. I stepped over the line, 
 and now I can praise him, for I am safe in his arms, 
 and I wish to live to his glory." 
 
 Two little girls were playing in a corner of the 
 nursery with their dolls, and singing as they played, 
 *' Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast." 
 Their mother was writing, only stopping now and then 
 to listen to the little ones' talk, unobserved by them. 
 
 '' Sister, how do you know that you are safe ? " 
 asked Nellie, the youngest. 
 
 " Because I am holding Jesus with both my hands 
 — tight ! " was the reply. 
 
 " Ah, that is not safe," said Nellie. " Suppose 
 Satan came along and cut your two hands off ! " 
 
 The sister looked much troubled for a few mo- 
 ments, dropped her doll and thought deeply. Sud- 
 denly her face shone with joy, and she cried out, " Oh ! 
 I forgot! I forgot! Jesus is holding me with his two 
 hands, and Satan can't cut his hands off ; so I am safe !" 
 
 A party of friends, traveling in the Alps, com- 
 menced to sing the first verse of this hymn, when, 
 much to their surprise, they heard the second verse 
 taken up on another mountain peak, as a response ; and 
 
268 Sankey's Story 
 
 though the two parties of tourists could not see each 
 other, they sang the alternate verses and passed on 
 their way. 
 
 A gentleman of London writes me as follows: 
 ** My dear little girl Mary, aged six, greatly loved the 
 hymn, ' Safe in the arms of Jesus,' and, having learned 
 the tune, was continually singing it. One day, having 
 a longing, wistful look in her eyes after singing it, I 
 said to her : ' What are you thinking of, darling ? ' She 
 answered : ' I do want to go and be with Jesus.' I 
 asked her what I should do without her, she being my 
 only little girl. She sighed and said : * Very well, then 
 I won't go just yet, though I should like to.' A few 
 weeks after this she was seized with scarlet fever of 
 a very malignant type. She was buried in six days. 
 The morning she was taken ill she said to her little 
 brother, who was ill in the same room : ' Look here, 
 Willie, I can find my own hymn myself now, " Safe in 
 the arms of Jesus." ' She showed it to Willie, who 
 asked if they should sing it. * No,' she said, ' I can't 
 sing with my head this way.' She then became de- 
 lirious and never spoke rationally again. She soon 
 took her flight to the arms of Jesus, where she had so 
 longed to be." 
 
 At the close of one of our meetings in the Circus 
 in Glasgow a woman came to me when I was seated 
 with an inquirer. After waiting until I was at liberty, 
 she said : " Mr. Sankey, I want to tell you something 
 about my daughter Maggie. She was converted when 
 you were here eight years ago, but has now gone home 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 269 
 
 to heaven, and I want to tell you what she said when 
 she was dying. She asked me to get her little hymn- 
 book, and when I brought it she asked me to turn to 
 No. 25, saying, ' I want to sing it.' * Why, my child,' 
 said I, ' you are not able to sing.' ' Yes,' she said, ' I 
 want to sing one more song before I go ; will you 
 please turn to the twenty-fifth hymn, "Safe in the arms 
 of Jesus." I found it for her and she began to sing 
 at these lines, 
 
 'Hark! 'tis the voice of angels, 
 
 Borne in a song to me. 
 Over the fields of glory. 
 Over the jasper sea.' 
 
 Her voice then seemed to fail her, and she said: 
 * Mother, Hft me up.' I put my arms under her and 
 lifted my poor girl up, and then she raised her eyes 
 to heaven and said : * Jesus, I am coming ; Jesus, I am 
 coming.' The doctor, who was standing by her side, 
 said : * How can you sing when you are so weak ? ' She 
 replied : ' Jesus helps me to sing ; Jesus helps me to 
 sing.* And with those words upon her lips, she died 
 in my arms." The mother said that she took the little 
 hymn-book and laid it upon the girl's breast; it was 
 buried with her. 
 
 Once when laboring in London I went to Basel, 
 Switzerland, for a few days' rest. The evening I got 
 there I heard under my window the most beautiful 
 volume of song. I looked out and saw about fifty 
 people, who were singing " Safe in the arms of Jesus, 
 safe on his gentle breast " in their own language, but 
 
270 Saitkey's Story 
 
 I recognized the tune. I spoke to them through an 
 interpreter. The next evening I held a song service 
 in an old French church in that city. The church was 
 packed with people, and many stood outside on the 
 street. 
 
 Dr. John Hall, of the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian 
 Church, in New York, said of this hymn, in a great 
 Sunday-school convention in Brooklyn, that it gave 
 more peace and satisfaction to mothers who had lost 
 their children than any other hymn he had ever known. 
 It has become very famous throughout the world, and 
 was one of the first American hymns to be translated 
 into foreign languages. 
 
 Fanny Crosby is one of the most celebrated of 
 hymn-writers, and has written more than five thousand 
 hymns, many of which have become very widely 
 known. She was born in 1820, and lost her eyesight 
 when six months old, through the ignorant application 
 of a hot poultice to her eyes. In 1835 she entered the 
 New York Institution for the Blind, where she was 
 graduated in 1842. She was a teacher at this insti- 
 tution from 1847 to 1858, when she was married to 
 Mr. Alexander Van Alstyne, who also was blind. Mrs. 
 Van Alstyne has written her hymns under her maiden 
 name. 
 
 The Rev. Dr. George Duffield, just before his 
 death, said of her work : " I rather think her talent 
 will stand beside that of Watts and Wesley, especially 
 if we take into consideration the number of hymns 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 271 
 
 she has written." At her present age of eighty-five 
 she is still active, and she is always happy. 
 
 Saved by Grace 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "Some day the silver cord will break, 
 And I no more as now shall sing." 
 
 In 1894 Mr. Moody and I were holding meetings 
 in England. It was decided between us that Mr. 
 Moody should remain in England while I returned to 
 America to assist Dr. A. J. Gordon, of Boston, in con- 
 ducting the Summer Conference in Northfield. I was 
 entertaining Fanny Crosby in my summer home there. 
 One evening I asked the popular hymn-writer if she 
 would make a short address to her many friends gath- 
 ered at the convention. She at first declined, but on 
 further persuasion she consented to speak for a few 
 moments. I led her forward to the desk on which lay 
 the Bible and, standing there, she spoke beautifully 
 for a short time. Closing her remarks, she recited a 
 hymn never before heard in public, entitled " Saved by 
 Grace." 
 
 I afterward learned that my friend, L. H. Biglow 
 — after attending a prayer-meeting conducted by the 
 late Dr. Howard Crosby, where the subject was 
 " Grace " — had asked Fanny Crosby to write a hymn 
 on that subject. She immediately retired to an adjoin- 
 ing room, and in the course of an hour returned with 
 the words, "Some day the silver cord will break, and 
 I no more as now shall sing." Mr. Biglow secured 
 the words from her, and put them in the safe among 
 other hymns which she had written ; but the song was 
 
272 Sankey's Story 
 
 evidently forgotten until recited by its author at 
 Northfield. 
 
 A reporter of a London paper who was present 
 at Northfield took her address, and also the hymn, 
 which he carried back to England and published 
 in his paper, thus sending it around the world. Four 
 or five weeks later I found it in a copy of his paper. 
 Cutting it out, I handed it to George C. Stebbins, ask- 
 ing him to set it to music. During the following years 
 the song became one of Mr. Moody's favorites, and is 
 now sung by hundreds of thousands of people through- 
 out the world. 
 
 A newspaper of Allegheny, Pennsylvania, recently 
 gave this incident in startling headlines : 
 
 " The congregation of Christ Protestant Episco- 
 pal Church, Union Avenue, Allegheny, the Rev. Rob- 
 ert Meech, rector, was startled yesterday morning by a 
 sensational supplement to the morning service. The 
 church was well filled and devout worshipers responded 
 to the service as read by the rector. The reading had 
 been concluded, and the rector was about to make the 
 usual announcements of future services when an inci- 
 dent occurred such as old Christ Church had never 
 dreamed of. Out of the usual line in a church of this 
 denomination, it was nevertheless marked in its eflfect, 
 and will never be forgotten by those present. 
 
 *' In the fourth pew from the front aisle of the 
 church sat a neatly-dressed woman of intellectual face, 
 apparently about thirty years of age. Her presence 
 as a stranger had been noticed by many, and her deep, 
 tearful interest in the service had been quietly com- 
 
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 mented on by those who occupied the adjoining pews. 
 At the point mentioned she rose to her feet and, strug- 
 gling with emotion, began to speak. The startled con- 
 gregation was all attention, and she was allowed to 
 proceed. Rapidly and eloquently she told of her going 
 out from the church and of her return to it. In 
 graphic words she painted the hideousness of sin and 
 the joys of a pure Hfe, and as she spoke men and 
 women gave way to their emotions and Hstened breath- 
 lessly to the end of the narration. 
 
 " I was christened in this church," she said, " and 
 attended Sunday-school in the basement when good 
 old Dr. Paige was rector. My mother was a devout 
 member here, and taught me the right way. At the 
 age of fifteen I deserted my home and married an actor. 
 For a number of years I followed the profession, lead- 
 ing such a life as naturally accompanies it. In dra- 
 matic circles, in variety business, and in the circus, I 
 spent those godless years. 
 
 " About two years ago I was in the city of Chi- 
 cago. One afternoon I was on my way to Ferris 
 Wheel Park to spend the afternoon in revelry, when 
 I happened on the open-air meeting which the Epworth 
 League of Grace Methodist Episcopal Church was con- 
 ducting on North Park Street. I stopped through 
 curiosity, as I believed, to Hsten ; but I know now that 
 God arrested m.y footsteps there. They were singing 
 ' Saved by Grace,' and the melody impressed me. 
 Recollections of my childhood days came trooping 
 into my soul, and I remembered that in all the years 
 of my absence my mother, until her death nine years 
 ago, had been praying for me. 
 
2 74 Sankey's Story 
 
 " I was converted and, falling on my knees on the 
 curbstone, I asked the Father's pardon. Then and 
 there I received it, and I left the place with a peace 
 which has never forsaken me. I gave up my business 
 at once and have lived for his service ever since. I 
 have been but a few days in this city. Last night I 
 visited the Hope Mission, and the Lord told me I must 
 come here and testify what he had done for me. I 
 have not been in this building for many years, but it 
 seems only yesterday that I left it. I have been sit- 
 ting in the pew directly opposite the one once occupied 
 by my mother and myself, and I feel her presence to- 
 day. I could not resist the impulse to give this testi- 
 mony. The Lord sent me here." 
 
 The congregation was profoundly impressed. The 
 rector descended from the chancel and, approaching 
 the speaker, with tears in his eyes, bade her Godspeed. 
 The service went on. At its conclusion many mem- 
 bers of the congregation shook hands with the stranger 
 and told of their impressions. A stranger might have 
 imagined himself in a Methodist Episcopal church, so 
 intense was the feeling. The strange visitor departed 
 with a sense of duty done. All she said was : " I feel 
 that the Lord Jesus and mother have been here." 
 
 Saviour, More than Life 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H, Doane 
 
 "Saviour, more than life to me, 
 I am clinging, clinging close to Thee." 
 
 Tune preceded words in this instance. It was in 
 1875 that Mr. Doane sent the tune to Fanny Crosby, 
 and requested her to write a hymn entitled " Every 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 275 
 
 day and hour.'* Her response in the form of this hymn 
 gave the blind hymn-writer great comfort and filled 
 her heart with joy. She felt sure that God would 
 bless the hymn to many hearts. Her hope has been 
 most fully verified, for millions have been refreshed 
 and strengthened as they have sung it. At the sug- 
 gestion of Mr. D. W. McWilliams, who was superin- 
 tendent of Dr. Cuyler's Sunday-school for twenty-five 
 years, it was put into "Gospel Hymns." 
 
 Scatter Seeds of Kindness 
 
 Words by Mrs. Albert Smith Music by S. J. Vail 
 
 "Let US gather up the sunbeams. 
 Lying all around our path." 
 
 For many years this was the favorite hymn of 
 Francis Murphy, the great temperance lecturer, and 
 was the keynote of all his meetings. I had the pleas- 
 ure of attending many of his services in Chicago, and 
 have seen him move an audience to tears by his pa- 
 thetic rendering of this hymn. It is believed that thou- 
 sands of drinking men have been saved through its 
 instrumentality. 
 
 I had the pleasure of meeting the author of this 
 hymn in Illinois in 1878, and was surprised to learn 
 that she herself was childless, — although very fond of 
 children, as shown in the tender expressions in the 
 latter portion of the hymn : 
 
 " How those little hands remind us, 
 As in snowy grace they lie, 
 Not to scatter thorns — but roses — 
 For our reaping by and by." 
 
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 Shall We Meet ? 
 
 Words by Horace L. Hastings Music by Elihu S. Rice 
 
 "Shall we meet beyond the river, 
 Where the surges cease to roll?" 
 
 While secretary and chorister of the Baptist Sun- 
 day-school at Logansport, Mr. Rice composed the 
 music of this song and sent it to the Rev. Robert 
 Lowry, then editor of the musical department of the 
 " Young Reaper," a Sunday-school paper published in 
 Philadelphia. It was accepted and first published in 
 that periodical. Years passed before the composer 
 realized its popularity. 
 
 " The first notice I received," he says, " of the 
 favorable reception of * Shall we meet ' by the musical 
 public was from Mr. Sankey, in a very kind letter writ- 
 ten in August, 1879, thirteen years after its first pub- 
 lication. While music has been written for those 
 words by a number of eminent musical composers, I 
 have the satisfaction of knowing that my music has 
 received the choice and approval of Mr. Hastings, the 
 author of the words." 
 
 Shall You ? Shall I ? 
 
 Words by James McGranahan Music by James McGranahan 
 
 "Some one will enter the pearly gate 
 By and by, by and by." 
 
 An active minister in the West in his boyhood 
 attended our meetings in Madison Square Garden, and 
 he says that his soul was thrilled by the singing there. 
 He writes to me, also, of this personal experience : " I 
 was passing through a town where I was known. At 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 277 
 
 the close of a service which I had attended the min- 
 ister asked me to sing a solo. Picking up * Gospel 
 Hymns/ I sang, 
 
 * Some one will enter the pearly gate — 
 By and by, by and by. . . . 
 Shall you? Shall I?' 
 
 " In the audience was a well-educated man, clearly 
 under the influence of liquor. He afterward said that 
 he forgot or failed to hear the very able sermon. But 
 he heard the song ; and for days after ' Shall you ? 
 Shall I ? ' kept ringing in his ears, until he finally had 
 to give his heart to God. He is now a faithful min- 
 ister in the Methodist church." 
 
 Singing All the Time 
 
 Words by E. P. Hammond Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 " I feel like singing all the time, 
 My tears are wiped away." 
 
 " One day in a children's meeting in Utica, New 
 York," the Rev. E. P. Hammond writes me, " while I 
 was explaining how Jesus loved us and gave himself 
 for us, I noticed a bright-looking girl bursting into 
 tears. She remained at the inquiry-meeting, and with 
 others was soon happy in the love of Christ. The next 
 day she handed me a letter of which this is a part : * I 
 think I have found the dear Jesus, and I do not see 
 how I could have rejected him so long. I think I can 
 sing with the rest of those who have found him, Jesus 
 is mine. The first time I came to the meetings I cried, 
 but now I feel like singing all the time.' This prompted 
 me to write the hymn, but I had no thought of its ever 
 
278 Sankey's Story 
 
 being sung, although it almost seemed as if I could 
 hear her singing : 
 
 * I feel like singing all the time, 
 
 My tears are wiped away. 
 For Jesus is a friend of mine, 
 I'll serve him every day.* 
 
 " Mr. Spurgeon was very fond of this hymn. At 
 the first meeting in his building one of his deacons said 
 to me, * This Tabernacle will seat six thousand grown 
 people, but there are eight thousand crowded into it 
 to-day.' Three thousand could not get in on account 
 of the crowd. Every child had one of our hymn-books, 
 and all united in singing this hymn which they loved 
 so much. It has been sung in our meetings in nearly 
 every state in the Union, and translated into many lan- 
 guages. We sang it in our daily meetings in Jerusa- 
 lem, near where Christ was crucified,- and away in 
 Alaska, two thousand miles north of San Francisco. 
 Thousands of children sang it in Norway and Sweden, 
 day after day. 
 
 " A little boy, who felt himself a great sinner in 
 not having loved Jesus, was led by God's spirit to 
 believe, and his burden was gone. Bright smiles took 
 the place of tears, and with the happy throng he was 
 soon joining in the song, ' I feel like singing all the 
 time.* Little did I then think that years afterward I 
 would find that same boy the pastor of a large church 
 in Minneapolis, rejoicing that so many of his own 
 Sunday-school were able to join in the same hymn 
 which he sang when his heart was filled with a new- 
 found love for Christ. It was largely through his in- 
 fluence that during one week of our meetings in Min- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 279 
 
 neapoHs, last spring, about seven hundred confessed 
 conversion. I received in one day at Newark, New 
 Jersey, more than two hundred letters from those who 
 had just professed to have found Christ in our meet- 
 ings. Many of those young converts, in giving what 
 they believed to be the story of their conversion, often 
 put in the words, * Now I feel like singing all the 
 
 Something for Jesus 
 
 Words by S. D. Phelps Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 "Saviour! Thy dying love 
 Thou gavest me." 
 
 Professor W. F. Sherwin was holding a Sunday- 
 school institute in Maine on one occasion. This hymn 
 was used in the exercises, and a young lawyer was so 
 much affected by the singing of the third verse that 
 it was the means of changing all his plans for life. He 
 consecrated himself to Christ's service, and thereafter 
 devoted himself with his whole heart to evangelistic 
 work. 
 
 " A large family joined my church lately," says a 
 minister in Glasgow. " The mother told me that, while 
 a stranger in the city, she had happened to drop into 
 our chapel, when she was quite overcome. Her heart 
 was lifted up as the people sang, ' Saviour ! Thy dying 
 love.' " 
 
 Now famous in many lands, this hymn was first 
 published more than forty years ago in the " Watch- 
 
28o Sankey's Story 
 
 man and Reflector," and from there it was copied by 
 various other religious papers. Dr. Robert Lowry re- 
 quested the author, the Rev. Mr. Phelps, to furnish 
 some hymns for the hymn-book, '' Pure Gold," which 
 he and W. H. Doane were preparing, and among others 
 which Mr. Phelps contributed was '' Saviour ! Thy 
 dying love." Dr. Lowry composed for it the tune with 
 which it will always be associated. On the author's 
 seventieth birthday — nine years before his death in 
 1895 — ^^- Phelps received this congratulation from 
 Dr. Lowry: 
 
 " It is worth living seventy years, even if nothing 
 comes of it but one such hymn as ' Saviour ! Thy dying 
 love.* Happy is the man who can produce one song 
 which the world will keep on singing after its author 
 shall have passed away." 
 
 Sometime We'll Understand 
 
 Words by Maxwell N. Cornelius, D D. Music by James McGranahan 
 
 "Not now, but in the coming years, 
 It may be in the better land." 
 
 Mr. Cornelius was brought up on a farm In my 
 own county in Pennsylvania. He left farming when 
 he came of age, and learned the trade of a brick-mason. 
 Later he became a contractor in Pittsburg. In erecting 
 a house in that city his leg was broken. The physi- 
 cians decided that it would have to be amputated, and 
 they gave him a week in which to get ready for the 
 crdeal. My own physician was sent for to assist at 
 the operation. When the day arrived the young man 
 said that he was ready, but asked for his violin, that 
 he might plav one more tune — perhaps the last one he 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 281 
 
 would ever play. Whatever the tune was, the melody 
 v.-as so sweet that it caused even the physicians to 
 weep. He stood the operation well and came out 
 safely, but was maimed for life. He now decided to 
 go to college and get an education. After passing 
 through college with honor he concluded to become a 
 minister of the gospel. His first charge was at Al- 
 toona, Pennsylvania, but on account of his wife's health 
 he soon removed to California, locating at Pasa- 
 dena, where he built the largest Presbyterian church 
 in that place. Many who had subscribed to help to 
 pay for the building failed in business, and he was 
 left to meet the obligations as best he could. But in 
 a few years he had the church cleared from all debt. 
 Shortly afterward his wife died. He preached the 
 funeral sermon himself. At the conclusion he quoted 
 the words of this hymn, which he had composed 
 shortly before. Both the words of the hymn and the 
 sermon were printed in a Western newspaper, where 
 Major Whittle found them. Impressed by their 
 beauty, he cut them out and carried them in his Bible 
 for three months before he wrote the chorus : 
 
 "Then trust in God through all thy days; 
 
 Fear not! for He doth hold thy hand; 
 Though dark thy way, still sing and praise; 
 
 Sometime, sometime we'll understand." 
 
 Soon after he handed the words to his friend, 
 James McGranahan, who composed the tune to which 
 the hymn is now sung. 
 
 While Mr. Moody and I were holding meetings in 
 the great Convention Hall in Washington, in 1894, one 
 
282 Sankeys Story 
 
 evening he requested me to go to an overflow meeting 
 in the Second Presbyterian Church. I sang " Some- 
 time We'll Understand " as a solo, and I told how 
 Major Whittle had found it. At the conclusion of the 
 meeting a lady came forward to the platform, and said 
 " That hymn was written by my pastor ;" and for the 
 first time I learned who had written the beautiful words 
 of the hymn I loved so much. A year or two later I 
 sang this hymn in the Church of the Covenant in 
 Washington. The late Secretary of State, John Hay, 
 was present. He was much moved by the song, and 
 at the conclusion of the service came forward and 
 thanked me. While we were talking a young lady 
 with her husband came up to me and said that she was 
 the daughter of Dr. Cornelius, the author of the hymn, 
 and hoped that God would continually bless my singing 
 of the song. 
 
 At one of our crowded meetings in the Free As- 
 sembly Hall in Edinburgh, Scotland, Mr. Moody called 
 to the platform Lord Overtoun, who changed the meet- 
 ing into a memorial service for the Prince of Wales* 
 eldest son, the Duke of Clarence, who had recently 
 died in England. After a number of addresses had 
 been made by ministers and others. Lord Overtoun 
 asked a member of my choir. Miss Jane Darling, if she 
 liad any song suitable to the occasion. I had gone to 
 Dunfirmline to commence meetings there. Miss Dar- 
 ling took her seat at my little organ and sung in the 
 most touching and pathetic manner the hymn, " Some- 
 time We'll Understand." At the conclusion of the 
 meeting Lord Overtoun sent a dispatch to the Princess 
 of Wales, including in the message three of the verses 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 283 
 
 of the hymn. The same evening he received a dispatch 
 from the Princess, thanking him for the verses. A 
 few days later Miss DarHng had the hymn beautifully 
 engrossed upon parchment and forwarded it to the 
 Princess. 
 
 Stand Up for Jesus 
 
 Words by George Duffield Music by G. J. Webb 
 
 "Stand up! stand up for Jesus! 
 Ye soldiers of the cross." 
 
 In the " Great Work of God " of 1858, in Phila- 
 delphia, the Rev. Dudley Tyng w.ns the recognized 
 leader. While standing by a piece of farm machinery 
 on his place, the sleeve of his coat became entangled 
 in the gearing. His arm was drawn into the machin- 
 ery and torn off, and he died soon after. In the prime 
 of his Hfe he was taken away from the direction of that 
 great revival movement. But his dying message to his 
 associates in the work, " Stand up for Jesus," supplied 
 the theme for this hymn. It was written by the Rev. 
 George Duffield, and was read at the close of a sermon 
 which he delivered on the Sunday following the death 
 of his friend. Set to the tune composed by Mr. Webb, 
 this hymn has become famous and useful. 
 
 Substitution 
 
 Words by Mrs. A. R. Cousin Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head! 
 Our load was laid on Thee." 
 
 Written in Melrose, Scotland, by the author of 
 the immortal poem, *' Immanuel's Land," this hymn 
 was sent to me by a minister in Dublin ; and in the let- 
 
284 Sayikey's Story 
 
 ter conveying the verses he remarked : " It is said of 
 
 you that you sing the Gospel, and I am sure that if 
 you will sing the enclosed there will be no question 
 as to the truth of that assertion." I then wrote the 
 music and sang it in one of Mr. Moody's meetings, 
 where it was blessed to the saving of two persons the 
 first time it was sung, according to their own testimony. 
 
 A young officer in the British army turned away 
 in horror from the doctrine of this hymn. His pride 
 revolted, his self -righteousness rose in rebeUion, and 
 he said : " He would be a coward indeed who would 
 go to heaven at the cost of another ! " As the years 
 rolled away this man rose to distinction and high rank 
 in the army, and he also learned wisdom. In his last 
 hours, as he lay on his deathbed, he repeatedly begged 
 those near him to sing " O Christ, what burdens 
 bowed Thy head ;" calling it, " My hymn, my hymn ! " 
 
 A gunner of the royal artillery was attending the 
 Old Soldiers' Home in Woolwich during the spring of 
 1886. The chief attraction^ to him at first was the 
 night-school. From this he was eventually led to join 
 the Bible-class and attend the Sunday evening service 
 in the Hall. Seeing that he looked very unhappy and 
 that he lingered after the meeting, one night, a worker 
 asked him if anything was troubhng him. The tears 
 came to his eyes at once, and he said : " I want to be a 
 Christian, but I am afraid that I am too bad." He then 
 told how on the previous Sunday evening, when this 
 , hymn was sung, he was so overpowered by the 
 \ thought of what the Lord had endured for our sins 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 285 
 
 that after the first verse he could not sing. The solemn 
 words were fixed in his memory, and had troubled him 
 all the week, until he came to the great Burden-bearer^ 
 
 Sweet By-and-By 
 
 Words by S. Fillmore Bennett Music by Joseph P, Webster 
 
 "There's a land that is fairer than day. 
 And by faith we can see it afar." 
 
 Mr. Bennett, the author of this world-famed hymn, 
 has this to say about its origin : 
 
 " In 1861 I became a resident of the village of 
 Elkhorn, Wisconsin, the home of the composer, J. P. 
 Webster; and shortly after became associated with 
 him in the production of sheet music (songs) and other 
 musical works. In the summer or fall of the year 
 1867 we commenced work on * The Signet Ring.' One 
 of the songs written for that book was ' Sweet By- 
 and-By." Mr. Webster, like many musicians, was of 
 an exceedingly nervous and sensitive nature, and sub- 
 ject to periods of depression, in which he looked upon 
 the dark side of all things in life. I had learned his 
 peculiarities so well that on meeting him I could tell 
 at a glance if he was in one of his melancholy moods, 
 and I found that I could rouse him from them by giv- 
 ing him a new song or hymn to work on. On such an 
 occasion he came into my place of business, walked 
 down to the stove, and turned his back to me without 
 speaking. I was at my desk writing. Presently I 
 said: 
 
 " ' Webster, what '^% the matter now ? ' 
 
 " ' It is no matter,' he replied ; ' it will be all right 
 by and by ! ' 
 
286 Sankey's Story 
 
 " The idea of the hymn came to me like a flash of 
 sunlight, and I replied : * The sweet by and by ! Would 
 that not make a good hymn ? ' 
 
 " * Maybe it would/ said he indifferently. 
 
 " Turning to the desk I penned the three verses 
 and the chorus as fast as I could write. In the mean- 
 time two friends, Mr. N. H. Carswell and Mr. S. E. 
 Bright, had come in. I handed the hymn to Mr. Web- 
 ster. As he read it his eye kindled, and his whole de- 
 meanor changed. Stepping to the desk, he began 
 writing the notes in a moment. Presently he re- 
 quested Mr. Bright to hand him his violin, and then 
 he played the melody. In a few moments more he 
 had the notes for the four parts of the chorus jotted 
 down. I think it was not over thirty minutes from 
 the time I took my pen to write the words before the 
 two gentlemen, Mr. Webster and I were singing the 
 hymn in the same form in which it afterward appeared 
 in 'The Signet Ring.' While singing it Mr. R. R. 
 Crosby came in. After listening awhile, with tears in 
 his eyes, he uttered the prediction : ' That hymn is 
 immortal.' I think it was used in public shortly after, 
 for within two weeks children on the streets were sing- 
 ing it." 
 
 " Next year the publishers of * The Signet Ring * 
 heralded its advent by distributing a large number of 
 circulars upon which selections from the work were 
 printed, among them * Sweet By-and-By.' These cir- 
 culars first brought the hymn to the notice of the pub- 
 lic, and created the principal demand for the book. 
 Toward the close of that year the hymn was published 
 in sheet-music form. It is now in numerous collec- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 287 
 
 tions of vocal music in America, and, as a newspaper 
 account says, * It is translated into various foreign 
 languages and sung in every land under the sun/ 
 
 ** Webster, Crosby and Carswell are dead. S. E. 
 Bright, of Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin, and myself are 
 the only remaining living witnesses to the birth of 
 * Sweet By-and-By.' " 
 
 Sweet Peace, the Gift of God's Love 
 
 Words by Peter P. Bilhorn Music by Peter P. Bilhorn 
 
 "There comes to my heart one sweet strain, 
 A glad and a joyous refrain." 
 
 The author of this well-known and popular hymn, 
 a gifted evangelist and Gospel singer, was born in 
 Mendota, Illinois, in 1861. His father was killed near 
 the close of the war, and at eight years of age he had 
 to leave school to help his mother. Though the edu- 
 cation of books was thus denied him, yet through won- 
 derful ways of Providence he has been able to read 
 in the great book of human nature, and his knowledge 
 of men is as great as his influence and power for good 
 over them. At the age of fifteen he moved with his 
 family to Chicago, where his voice was a great attrac- 
 tion in concert-halls and among worldly comrades. 
 He was standing by a piano in a German concert-hall, 
 one day in 1881, when a Christian worker entered and 
 persuaded him to attend one of the revival meetings 
 in Mr. Moody's church being conducted by Dr. Pen- 
 tecost and Mr. Stebbins. He was interested, and for 
 twelve nights he attended regularly. On the twelfth 
 night he heard a sermon from the words, " Christ hath 
 redeemed us," and he gave his heart to God. Shortly 
 
288 Sankey's Story 
 
 afterward he engaged in mission work in all parts of 
 Chicago, wherever and whenever he could make him- 
 self useful, at the same time studying music under Pro- 
 fessor George F. Root. After two years he went to 
 work among the cowboys in the West, where he had 
 many thrilling experiences. Since then Mr. Bilhorn 
 has devoted his talents entirely to the work of singing 
 the Gospel, and to-day he is ranked among the leaders 
 of evangelistic work in song. 
 
 Take Me as I Am 
 
 Words by Eliza H, Hamilton Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry; 
 Unless Thou help me I must die." 
 
 Years ago, while revival meetings were being 
 held in one of the large towns in Scotland, a young 
 girl became anxious about her spiritual condition. Re- 
 turning from one of the meetings, she went to her 
 own minister and asked him how she might be saved. 
 
 " Ah, lassie," he said, " don't be alarmed ! Just 
 read your Bible and say your prayers, and you will 
 be all right." 
 
 But the poor, illiterate girl cried out : " O Min- 
 ister, I canna read, I canna pray! L,ord Jesus, take 
 me as I am ! " 
 
 In this way the girl became a follower of Christ ; 
 and a lady who heard of the girl's experience wrote 
 this hymn, '' Take Me as I Am." I found the verses 
 in a religious newspaper, and set them to the simple 
 music by which they are now most generally known. 
 At the same time Mr. Stebbins also found the verses 
 and set them to music, and he sent them to me at the 
 
Of the Gospel Hym7is 289 
 
 same time that I was sending my tune for the same 
 words to him. In " Gospel Hymns " both tunes are 
 pubHshed. 
 
 A minister in England writes to me about a Chris- 
 tian woman, a shoemaker's wife, who had a lodger that 
 was an obstinate unbeliever. '* The good woman often 
 tried to induce him to go to meetings, but in vain. 
 Tracts which she placed on the table in his room she 
 found crushed on the floor. She would smooth them 
 out and again place them so as to attract his attention, 
 but he would read nothing but his novels and news- 
 papers. One spring the old man fell ill with bron- 
 chitis. The good woman acted as his nurse, for he 
 had no relatives who cared for him. She used the 
 opportunity, often speaking to him about his soul and 
 reading the Word of God ; but she could make no im- 
 pression upon him. One day she was reading the 
 hymn ' Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry,' and when she 
 came to the refrain, the old man called out to her 
 sharply : * That's not in the book ! ' The woman an- 
 swered, * Why, yes, it is.' He declared again that he 
 did not believe it was in the book. The good woman 
 told him that he could read it for himself. He asked 
 for his glasses, and read with wonder and amazement, 
 again and again, * My only plea — Christ died for me ! 
 oh, take me as I am.' A few weeks afterward he said 
 to the woman one morning, ' I am going home to-day, 
 and I am so happy, so happy!' In an hour or two he 
 passed away, repeating these words to the last." 
 
 " One afternoon when visiting the Royal Infirm- 
 
290, Sankey's Story 
 
 ary," a missionary in England writes, " I found a 
 young girl very ill and without any prospect of recov- 
 ery. I sat down by her and read the hymn, 'Jesus, 
 my Lord, to Thee I cry.' She listened very attentively, 
 but I did not know until the following week, when I 
 visited her again, what a deep impression it had made 
 upon her. On this second occasion I was told that 
 she was much worse. Hearing I was there, she asked 
 her mother to tell me that she wanted very much to 
 see me. When I went to her she leaned forward and, 
 with an eagerness which surprised me, repeated the 
 words : ' My only plea — Christ died for me ! Oh, take 
 me as I am.' These comforting lines had been con- 
 stantly on her lips during this last week of her life. 
 That night the Lord took her home." 
 
 A party of policemen had gathered in a drawing- 
 room in the West End of London. One was there 
 who had been persuaded by his Christian comrades to 
 attend for the first time a meeting of The Christian 
 Policemen's Association. He went unwillingly and 
 rather late, and did not expect to care for the meeting. 
 But soon after he had entered the room a lady. Miss 
 Beauchamp, sang " Take me as I am " as a solo. The 
 repeated refrain set him to thinking. As he was ? He 
 had led a rough life, first as a blue- jacket and then as 
 a policeman. He could not well be more wretched and 
 miserable than he was that night, with a load of sins 
 upon him and a dark, dreary future to look forward to. 
 He had never thought that Jesus would take him as he 
 was. He had always thought that he must be much 
 better first, and had often tried to make himself better ; 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 291 
 
 but it had been a miserable failure. Now the words, 
 " Take me as I am," sounded over and over again in 
 his ears, and in his heart he repeated them, " Lord, 
 take me as I am." He left before the end of the meet- 
 ing, and so it was not until the following month that 
 his friends heard of the great change that had come 
 over him. Since that time his delight has been to 
 proclaim the love of God as opportunity offered, on 
 the street or to his comrades, seeking to turn other 
 lost ones to the path of life. 
 
 While Mr. Moody and I were holding meetings 
 at Plymouth, England, Professor Henry Drummond, 
 who was assisting us, became very much interested in 
 an infidel who came to the services — laboring with 
 him for several days and visiting him in his home, 
 twenty miles distant, but making no impression on 
 him. Near the close of the mission the infidel came 
 again. On reaching the building, which was located 
 inside the barrack grounds, he found the door closed 
 and the building full. And while he was standing on 
 the green sward outside he heard the choir sing " Take 
 me as I am." He told Professor Drummond after- 
 ward that God used this simple hymn to lead him into 
 the Shepherd's fold. 
 
 Tell It Out 
 
 Words by Frances R. Havergal Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Tell it out among the nations that the Lord is King; 
 Tell it out! Tell it out!" 
 
 Miss Havergal's sister Maria bears record that 
 this hymn was written in England in 1872, when the 
 author was unable to go to church one snowy morning. 
 
292 Sankey's Story 
 
 She asked for her prayer-book, always liking to follow 
 the services of the day. On the return of her brother- 
 in-law, Mr. Shaw, from church, he heard her touch 
 upon the piano, 
 
 " Why, Frances, I thought you were upstairs ! " 
 " Yes, but I had my prayer-book ; and in the 
 Psalms for to-day I read, * Tell it out among the 
 heathen that the Lord is king.' I thought, ' What a 
 splendid first line ! ' and then words and music came 
 rushing in to me. There ! it's all written out." 
 
 I found Miss Havergal's tune rather difficult to 
 sing, and therefore arranged the one which is now 
 found in " Gospel Hymns," in " Sacred Songs and 
 Solos," and in the new Methodist Episcopal hymnal. 
 
 Tell Me the Old, Old Story 
 
 Words by Miss Kate Hankey Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "Tell me the old, old story, 
 Of unseen things above." 
 
 This excellent hymn by Miss Hankey, of London, 
 has been translated into many languages, and has been 
 set to several tunes. Dr. Doane has this to say re- 
 garding the music by which it has become popular, 
 and the occasion on which he composed it : " In 1867 
 I was attending the International Convention of the 
 Young Men's Christian Association, in Montreal. 
 Among those present was Major-General Russell, then 
 in command of the English forces during the Fenian 
 excitement. He arose in the meeting and recited the 
 words of this song from a sheet of foolscap paper — 
 tears streaming down his bronzed cheeks as he read. 
 I wrote the music for the song one hot afternoon while 
 
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 on the stage-coach between the Glen Falls House and 
 the Crawford House in the White Mountains. That 
 evening we sung it in the parlors of the hotel. We 
 thought it pretty, although we scarcely anticipated the 
 popularity which was subsequently accorded it." 
 
 That Will be Heaven for Me 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by James McGranahan 
 
 " I know not the hour when my Lord will come 
 To take me away to His own dear home." 
 
 Elizabeth Stuart Phelps' "The Gates Ajar," 
 which aroused so much criticism a generation ago, 
 suggested to Mr. Bliss the need of this hymn. The 
 Scripture teaching that we shall be " with the Lord " 
 he deemed sufficient for spiritual contentment, off- 
 setting the ** I know not " of speculation by the *' I 
 know " of faith. Mr. McGranahan was visiting Mr. 
 Bliss at that time. Bliss handed the words to him, 
 asking what he could get for a tune. McGranahan 
 worked upon it a long time without success, making 
 harmonies and trying to satisfy himself with some- 
 thing that would properly express the words. When 
 supper-time came he did not care to eat. At bedtime 
 they all went to their rooms, leaving him in the parlor 
 at the piano. Finally, dissatisfied with the result, he 
 threw himself on the floor and fell into a doze. Sud- 
 denly he awoke, and the tune, chorus and all, had 
 come — different from the harmonies he had worked 
 upon. When he sang it to Bliss in the morning he was 
 delighted with it, and immediately adopted it for use. 
 
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 A weahhy Quaker lady heard this hymn in 
 
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 Newcastle-on-Tyne, sung in connection with Mr. 
 Moody's lecture upon " Heaven." She was so much 
 impressed by it that she went home and induced her 
 husband to attend the meetings. She soon became one 
 of the most successful workers in our subsequent meet- 
 ings there and in London, taking lodgings near so as 
 to more efficiently work in the inquiry-meetings. 
 
 At the time Mr. Bliss and his wife were lost in the 
 railroad accident at Ashtabula I was living in a hotel 
 in Chicago. I had engaged a room near mine for 
 him, and was awaiting his arrival, when a friend came 
 into my room and, putting his hand on my shoulder, 
 said, ** Bliss is dead." The next Sunday we held a 
 great memorial service in the Tabernacle, to give ex- 
 pression to our sorrow. While I was singing *' That 
 will be Heaven for Me " as a solo, the two small 
 crowns of flowers which had been placed in front of the 
 organ on the platform were taken away, as it was dis- 
 covered that their two little children, Paul and George, 
 who were supposed to have been lost with their par- 
 ents, had been left at home at Towanda, Pennsylvania, 
 and were safe. 
 
 The Child of a King 
 
 Words by Hattie E. Buell Music by John B. Sumner 
 
 " My Father is rich in houses and lands. 
 He holdeth the wealth of the world in His hands! 
 
 Mr. Peter P. Bilhorn relates the following inci- 
 dent in connection with this hymn, which happened 
 when he was engaged in evangelistic work among the 
 powboys in the West, in 1883. " We bad started up 
 
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 the Missouri River for Bismarck, and on Sunday we 
 stopped at a new town, named Blunt, to unload some 
 freight. A crowd of men and boys came down to the 
 wharf. I took my little organ, went on the wharf- 
 boat, and sang a few songs — among others the glorious 
 hymn, ' I'm the child of a King.' I thought noth- 
 ing more of the occasion until long afterward, when 
 I sang the same song in Mr. Moody's church in Chi- 
 cago. Then a man in the back part of the house arose, 
 and said in a trembling voice : ' Two years ago I heard 
 that song at Blunt, Dakota; I was then an unsaved 
 man, but that song set me to thinking, and I decided 
 to accept Christ, and I am now studying for the 
 ministry.' " 
 
 The Christian's «* Good-Night '* 
 
 Words by Sarah Doudney Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy res<-; 
 Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour's breast.'* 
 
 Each member of the Masonic Quartet of Pitts- 
 burgh recently received a check and a note of thanks 
 for singing at the funeral of Captain S. S. Brown. 
 An unusual story was also made public thereby. "In 
 the last hours of the turf king's life," one of the daily 
 papers says, " he had an interval in which his mind 
 was clear. He called his daughter-in-law and asked 
 if she would take on herself the task of seeing that 
 * The Christian's Good-night ' was sung at his funeral ; 
 and he told her, in a disjointed way, of a dream from 
 which he had just awakened. He had thought him- 
 self dead, and there were four ministers taking part 
 in his funeral. He named the ministers and said that 
 
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 one of them had broken down while making an ad- 
 dress, and that another, naming this minister also, had 
 taken up the address. Captain Brown said that he 
 awoke as all were singing * The Christian's Good- 
 night,' and that he had joined with them in the sing- 
 ing. The dying man smiled faintly at the picture 
 he drew, but begged his daughter-in-law to remember 
 her promise." 
 
 The words of this hymn were occasioned by the 
 death of a friend. They were handed to me at Bris- 
 tol, England. I wrote the music soon afterward, and 
 sang it at the funeral of Charles H. Spurgeon, the 
 great London preacher. It has since become very 
 useful on two continents as a funeral hymn. 
 
 The Cross of Jesus 
 
 Words by Elizabeth Clephane Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " Beneath the cross of Jesus 
 I fain would take my stand." 
 
 I composed the music to this hymn in the home 
 of my dear friend, Dr. Thomas Bamardo, whose 
 death is announced through the public press just at 
 the time I am writing this note. The author of the 
 hymn, Elizabeth Clephane, also wrote the widely- 
 known hymn, '' The Ninety and Nine," and these two 
 were her only hymns. 
 
 The first time this hymn was sung is still fresh 
 in my memory. The morning after I had composed 
 the music the Rev. W. H. Aitkin was to speak at our 
 mission in the great Bow Road Hall, in London, Mr. 
 Moody having made an arrangement to speak at Her 
 Majesty's Theater. It was a lovely morning, and a 
 
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 great gathering had assembled at the meeting, which 
 was held at eight o'clock. Before the sermon I sang 
 " Beneath the cross of Jesus " as a solo ; and as in the 
 case of "The Ninety and Nine," much blessing came 
 from its use for the first time. With eyes filled with 
 tears, and deeply moved, the preacher said to the audi- 
 ence: "Dear friends, I had intended to speak to you 
 this morning upon work for the Master, but this new 
 hymn has made such an impression on my heart, and 
 evidently upon your own, that I will defer my proposed 
 address and speak to you on * The Cross of Jesus.' '* 
 The sermon was one of the most powerful I have ever 
 heard, and many souls that morning accepted the mes- 
 sage of grace and love. Some years later Mr. Aitkin 
 held many successful meetings in New York and other 
 cities in this country, and he often used this hymn as a 
 solo. 
 
 An odd incident occurred in connection with Mr. 
 Aitkin's use of this hymn in St. Paul's Church, at 
 Broadway and Wall street, the money center of 
 America. A gentleman, having heard this piece sung 
 frequently by great congregations of business men 
 and Wall street brokers in St. Paul's Church, called 
 upon the publishers of the small book of words which 
 had been distributed in the church, and said that he 
 *' wished to secure that beautiful English tune which 
 Mr. Aitkin tised so much in his meetings." When he 
 was told that he could find it in any copy of " Gospel 
 Hymns " he became quite indignant, and insisted that 
 it was a fin 2 classic which the great preacher had 
 brought with him from England — nothing like the 
 Moody and Sankey trash! Having secured a copy 
 
298 Sankey's Story 
 
 of Mr. Aitkin's hymn-book containing the " fine Eng- 
 lish tune " to the beautiful words of " Beneath the 
 cross of Jesus," he went away happy, but only to find 
 that it was written by the author of the music to " The 
 Ninety and Nine." 
 
 The Gate Ajar for Me 
 
 Words by Mrs. Lydia Baxter Music by S, J. Vail 
 
 " There is a gate that stands ajar, 
 And through its portals gleaming." 
 
 Mrs. Lydia Baxter, born in Petersburg, New 
 York, in 1809, was an invalid for many years. But 
 her interest in the religious welfare of those around 
 her was manifested in many ways. She wrote "" There 
 is a gate that stands ajar " about three years before 
 her death in New York City in 1874, when she was 
 considerably past the sixty-year mark. 
 
 In our meetings in Great Britain, 1873-74, this 
 hymn was much used. It was sung at the watch-night 
 service in 1873, the night before New Year's, in the 
 Free Assembly Hall of Edinburgh. A young lady 
 who was present — Maggie Lindsay, of Aberdeen, 
 Scotland — was much impressed by the hymn, and 
 those seated by her side heard her exclaim, "O, heav- 
 enly Father, is it true that the gate is standing ajar 
 for me? If it is so, I will go in." That night she 
 became a disciple of the Lord Jesus. The next day 
 she called on her pastor, the Rev. J. H. Wilson, min- 
 ister of the Barclay Church, and told him of her de- 
 cision. He was greatly pleased, and advised her to 
 tell her school companions of her experience. This 
 
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 she did, and succeeded in leading several of them into 
 the light. Scarcely a month later, on January 28, 
 Maggie took a train for her home, but she never 
 reached there alive. At Manual Junction a collision 
 took place between a mineral train and the one on 
 which she was riding. A number of passengers were 
 killed, and Maggie, all crushed and broken, was found 
 in the wreck. In one of her hands was a copy of 
 " Sacred Songs and Solos," opened at her favorite 
 hymn, *' There is a gate that stands ajar," the page of 
 which was stained with her heart's blood. She was 
 carried into a cottage near the station, where she lin- 
 gered a few days and was frequently heard to sing 
 on her dying couch the chorus of the hymn so dear 
 to her, " For me, for me ! was left ajar for me ! " 
 
 In commemoration of this event, which touched 
 me deeply, I wrote my first hymn, " Home at last," 
 
 which I also set to music. 
 
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 An affecting incident was related by one of the 
 cplporteurs of the Christian Colportage Association 
 for England. " I called at a house in B — , where 
 lived two aged people who were invalids. I had called 
 several times before, but could never sell them any 
 books or command their attention to hear about good 
 things. On this occasion I began to sing, ' There is 
 a gate that stands ajar.* When I came to the chorus, 
 * Oh, depth of mercy,' I saw a tear in the old lady's 
 eye, and I stopped. But she said : ' Go on ; that is a 
 nice song.' I continued, but before I had finished 
 she burst into tears, asking, ' Is that mercy for me ? ' 
 I then talked to them both about Jesus and prayed 
 
300 Sankey's Story 
 
 with them. They bought the hymn-book containing 
 the song, and earnestly begged me to come again as 
 soon as possible. I have visited them every month. 
 Last week, when I called I found the poor woman 
 dying ; but when her husband told her I had come, she 
 said : * I want to see him, tell him to come in.' She 
 could hardly speak, but she said in a whisper : * Do 
 sing my favorite.' I knew which one she meant, and 
 sang very softly, 
 
 'Oh, depth of mercy! can it be 
 That gate was left ajar for me?* 
 
 She tried to join me in singing, but fell back, quite 
 exhausted. I could not talk much with her, she was 
 so weak ; but she held my hand with a firm grasp, still 
 repeating the words, ' Oh, depth of mercy ! can it be ? ' 
 I have just heard that she has passed away, happy in 
 the Saviour's love, and singing as well as she could 
 that beautiful hymn." 
 
 Lord Shaftesbury once told the following story : 
 " A young woman had wandered away from home and 
 parents. One day, while listening to the Gospel, she 
 was so impressed that she resolved to return home. 
 She started, and on reaching the house found the door 
 unfastened, and she walked upstairs to her mother. 
 ' Mother,' she asked, ' how was it that I found the 
 door open ? ' ' My girl,' replied the mother, * that 
 door has never been closed since you have been away ; 
 I thought that some night my poor girl would 
 return.' " 
 
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 The Harbor Bell 
 
 Words by John H. Yates Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " Our life is like a stormy sea — 
 Swept by the gales of sin and grief." 
 
 John H. Yates, a humble layman who lived at 
 Batavia, New York, wrote this hymn after reading the 
 following incident in a newspaper: " We were nearing 
 a dangerous coast, and the night was drawing near. 
 Suddenly a heavy fog settled down upon us. No 
 lights had been sighted, and the pilot seemed anxious 
 and troubled, not knowing how soon we might be 
 dashed to pieces on the hidden rocks along the shore. 
 The whistle was blown loud and hard, but no response 
 was heard. The captain ordered the engines to be 
 stopped, and for some time we drifted about on the 
 waves. Suddenly the pilot cried, ' Hark I ' Far away 
 in the distance we heard the welcome tones of the har- 
 bor bell, which seemed to say, ' This way, this way ! * 
 Again the engines were started, and, guided by the 
 welcome sound, we entered the harbor in safety." 
 
 On receiving this hymn from Mr. Yates, in 1891, 
 I at once set it to music. It has been found useful 
 in meetings for sailors and fishermen. 
 
 The King is Coming 
 
 Words by Ira D. Sankey Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Rejoice! Rejoice! our King is coming! 
 And the time will not be long." 
 
 During one of my trips to Great Britain, on " The 
 City of Rome," a storm raged on the sea. The wind 
 was howling through the rigging, and waves like 
 
302 Sankey's Story 
 
 mountains of foam were breaking over the bow of the 
 vessel. A great fear had fallen upon the passengers. 
 When the storm was at its worst we all thought that 
 we might soon go to the bottom of the sea. The con- 
 viction came to me that the Lord would be with us in 
 the trying hour, and, sitting down in the reading room, 
 I composed this hymn. Before reaching England the 
 tune had formed itself in my mind, and on arriving 
 in London I wrote it out and had it published in 
 ** Sacred Songs and Solos." It has been much em- 
 ployed in England in connection with sermons on the 
 second coming of Christ, and was frequently used 
 by Mr. Moody. 
 
 The Mistakes of My Life 
 
 Words by Mrs. Urania Locke Bailey Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 " The mistakes of my life have been many, 
 The sins of my heart have been more." 
 
 While we were holding meetings in Boston, in 
 1876, Mr. Moody was entertained by one of the lead- 
 ing lawyers of the city, who frequently before the 
 meetings would ask what solo I had selected. If I 
 had none, he would say: "Please sing, 'The mistakes 
 of my life have been many ' ; for one of the greatest 
 mistakes I have ever made was to ignore God in all 
 my affairs. But at last he took away my only child, a 
 beloved son. That led me to the feet of Jesus, and I 
 bowed to kiss the hand that had laid the rod upon me. 
 Then I told the Lord that I would devote my fortune 
 to his service. In keeping with that promise I erected 
 a college for young women, located at Wellesley Lake, 
 near Boston." This good man has now passed on to 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 303 
 
 his reward. Shortly before he died Mr. Moody and I 
 purchased a perpetual scholarship in Wellesley Col- 
 lege, as a prize to be sought after by the young women 
 of Northfield Seminary. 
 
 Written about the year 1871, this hymn was much 
 used and became very popular in our meetings in Great 
 Britain. 
 
 The Model Church 
 
 Words by John H. Yates Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " Well, wife, I've found the model church, 
 And worshiped there to-day." 
 
 I found this poem in a newspaper, wrote the music 
 for it, and sang it for the first time at a meeting for 
 ministers and Christian workers at Atlanta, Georgia, 
 conducted by Mr. Moody. It has been repeatedly 
 used as a solo in meetings gathered for the discussion 
 of the subject, " How to reach the masses." Once, in 
 Buffalo, I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Yates of 
 Batavia, New York ; and I urged him to devote more 
 of his time to writing Gospel hymns. He has since 
 written several popular songs, one of the most suc- 
 cessful being " Faith is the Victory," which I published 
 in "The Christian Endeavor Hymnbook." 
 
 A poor little girl, living in an alley of the slum 
 district of Chicago, was used in a remarkable way for 
 the conversion of a commercial traveler. He had re- 
 ceived instructions, his trunks filled with samples had 
 been sent to the depot, and hurried good-byes had 
 been said. With gripsack in hand, he took a short-cut 
 to the station through one of the filthy alleys of the 
 
304 Sankey's Story 
 
 city. He saw a great number of half-clad children, 
 whose only home was a wretched basement or illy- 
 ventilated tenement. As he passed, one little waif was 
 singing at the top of her voice : 
 
 "There'll be no sorrow there." 
 
 " Where ?" said the thoughtless salesman. 
 
 " In heaven above, where all is love, there'll be no sorrow 
 there," 
 
 sang the little girl. 
 
 The answer, the singer, the far-away heaven with 
 no sorrow there, lodged in his heart. The fast-flying 
 train soon left behind the hurry and the bustle of city 
 life, but the answer of the little singing waif was taken 
 up and repeated by the rapid revolution of the car- 
 wheels. He could not forget the singer and the song, 
 nor could he rest until he cried for mercy at the Cross. 
 It was one of the many fulfilments of the promise, " A 
 little child shall lead them." 
 
 The Ninety and Nine 
 
 Words by E. C. Clephane Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "There were ninety and nine that safely lay 
 In the shelter of the fold." 
 
 It was in the year 1874 that the poem, "The 
 Ninety and Nine," was discovered, set to music, and 
 sent out upon its world-wide mission. Its discovery 
 seemed as if by chance, but I cannot regard it other- 
 wise than providential. Mr. Moody had just been con- 
 ducting a series of meetings in Glasgow, and I had 
 been assisting him in his work as director of the sing- 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 305 
 
 ing. We were at the railway station at Glasgow and 
 about to take the train for Edinburgh, whither we were 
 going upon an urgent invitation of ministers to hold 
 three days of meetings there before going into the 
 Highlands. We had held a three months' series in 
 Edinburgh just previous to our four months' campaign 
 in Glasgow. As we were about to board the train I 
 bought a weekly newspaper, for a penny. Being much 
 fatigued by our incessant labors at Glasgow, and in- 
 tending to begin work immediately upon our arrival at 
 Edinburgh, we did not travel second- or third-class, as 
 was our custom, but sought the seclusion and rest 
 which a first-class railway carriage in Great Britain 
 affords. In the hope of finding news from America I 
 began perusing my lately purchased newspaper. This 
 hope, however, was doomed to disappointment, as the 
 only thing in its columns to remind an American of 
 home and native land was a sermon by Henry Ward 
 Beecher. 
 
 I threw the paper down, but shortly before arriv- 
 ing in Edinburgh I picked it up again with a view to 
 reading the advertisements. While thus engaged my 
 eyes fell upon a Httle piece of poetry in a corner of the 
 paper. I carefully read it over, and at once made up 
 my mind that this would make a great hymn for evan- 
 gehstic work — if it had a tune. So impressed was I 
 that I called Mr. Moody's attention to it, and he asked 
 me to read it to him. This I proceeded to do with all 
 the vim and energy at my command. After I had fin- 
 ished I looked at my friend Moody to see what the 
 eflfect had been, only to discover that he had not heard 
 a word, so absorbed was he in a letter which he had 
 
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 received from Chicago. My chagrin can be better 
 imagined than described. Notwithstanding this ex- 
 perience, I cut out the poem and placed it in my musi- 
 cal scrap-book — which, by the way, has been the seed- 
 plot from which sprang many of the Gospel songs that 
 are now known throughout the world. 
 
 At the noon meeting on the second day, held at the 
 Free Assembly Hall, the subject presented by Mr. 
 Moody and other speakers was *' The Good Shepherd." 
 When Mr. Moody had finished speaking he called upon 
 Dr. Bonar to say a few words. He spoke only a few 
 minutes, but with great power, thrilling the immense 
 audience by his fervid eloquence. At the conclusion 
 of Dr. Bonar's words Mr. Moody turned to me with 
 the question, " Have you a solo appropriate for this 
 subject, with which to close the service?" I had noth- 
 ing suitable in mind, and was greatly troubled to know 
 what to do. The Twenty-third Psalm occurred to me, 
 but this had been sung several times in the meeting. 
 I knew that every Scotchman in the audience would 
 join me if I sang that, so I could not possibly render 
 this favorite psalm as a solo. At this moment I 
 seemed to hear a voice saying : " Sing the hymn you 
 found on the train !" But I thought this impossible, as 
 no music had ever been written for that hymn. Again 
 the impression came strongly upon me that I must 
 sing the beautiful and appropriate words I had found 
 the day before, and placing- the little newspaper slip on 
 the organ in front of me, I lifted my heart in prayer, 
 asking God to help me so to sing that the people might 
 hear and understand. Laying my hands upon the 
 organ I struck the key of A flat, and began to sing. 
 
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 Note by note the tune was given, which has not 
 been changed from that day to this. As the singing 
 ceased a great sigh seemed to go up from the meeting, 
 and I knew that the song had reached the hearts of 
 my Scotch audience. Mr. Moody was greatly moved. 
 Leaving the pulpit, he came down to where I was 
 seated. Leaning over the organ, he looked at the 
 little newspaper slip from which the song had been 
 sung, and with tears in his eyes said : " Sankey, where 
 did you get that hymn? I never heard the like of it 
 in my Hfe." I was also moved to tears and arose and 
 repHed : " Mr. Moody, that's the hymn I read to you 
 yesterday on the train, which you did not hear." Then 
 Mr. Moody raised his hand and pronounced the bene- 
 diction, and the meeting closed. Thus " The Ninety 
 and Nine " was born. 
 
 A short time afterward I received, at Dundee, a 
 letter from a lady who had been present at the meet- 
 ing, thanking me for having sung her deceased sister's 
 words. From correspondence that followed I learned 
 that the author of the poem was Elizabeth C. Clephane, 
 a resident of Melrose, Scotland, one of three sisfers, all 
 members of a refined Christian family. She was 
 born in Edinburgh in 1830. Her sister, in describing 
 Elizabeth, says : '' She was a very quiet little child, 
 shrinking from notice and always absorbed in books. 
 The loss of both parents, at an early age, taught her 
 sorrow. As she grew up she was recognized as the 
 cleverest of the family. She was first in her class and 
 a favorite with the teacher. Her love for poetry was a 
 passion. Among^ the sick and suffering she won the 
 name of ' My Sunbeam.' She wrote * The Ninety and 
 
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 Nine ' for a friend, who had it pubHshed in * The Chil- 
 dren's Hour.' It was copied from thence into various 
 publications, but was comparatively little noticed. She 
 died in 1869." 
 
 When Mr. Moody and I returned from England, 
 in 1875, we held our first meeting on a Sunday after- 
 noon in front of the old Congregational church in the 
 village of Northfield, Massachusetts, Mr. Moody's 
 home. On reaching the church we found it overflow- 
 ing, and more people surrounding the church outside 
 than were inside. Mr. Moody, when entering the 
 pulpit, said : " I always speak to the largest crowd, and 
 as it is outside, I will speak from the front of the 
 church." The congregation retired to the open air, 
 and the small cabinet organ was carried to a position on 
 a small porch in front of the church, where it was 
 placed with just room enough for me to take my seat. 
 After a few of the congregational hymns had been 
 sung, Mr. Moody announced that I would sing " The 
 Ninety and Nine." Nearly opposite the church, across 
 the river, a man was seated on his porch. He had 
 refused to attend the service in the village, and was 
 quite angry because his family and neighbors had all 
 gone to the meeting. But the singing of this song 
 reached him, and two weeks later he attended a prayer- 
 meeting at a small school-house near his home, where 
 he rose and said that he had heard a song which 
 greatly troubled him, sung by Mr. Sankey at the meet- 
 ing held in the open air at Northfield, and that he 
 wished the Christians to pray for him. This they did, 
 and he became converted. He then removed to North- 
 
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 field and joined Mr. Moody in his work in connection 
 with the schools, where he continued for many years. 
 On the occasion of laying the corner-stone for 
 the new Congregational church in Northfield, Mr. 
 Moody asked me to stand on the corner-stone and sing 
 *• The Ninety and Nine " without the organ accompani- 
 ment, as he hoped that this church would be one whose 
 mission it would be to seek the lost ones. While I 
 was singing, Mr. Caldwell, the man who had heard 
 the song across the river, lay dying in his cottage near 
 Mr. Moody's home. Calling his wife to his bedside, he 
 asked her to open the south window, as he thought he 
 heard singing. Together they listened to the same 
 song which had been used to lead him into the way of 
 life. In a little while he passed away to join the Shep- 
 herd in the upper fold. 
 
 At the close of our meetings at Newcastle-on-Tyne 
 one of the most efficient workers in connection with 
 our services, Mrs. Claphin, decided to go to the Con- 
 tinent for a season of rest. When passing through 
 London she purchased a large number of the penny 
 edition of " Sacred Songs and Solos," for distribution 
 on the way. At the Grand Hotel, in Paris, she left a 
 number of them on the reading-table, with a prayer 
 for God's blessing upon those who might find them 
 there. A few weeks later she visited Geneva, Switz- 
 erland, and while attending a prayer-meeting there 
 one evening, the minister of the church told a touching 
 story about a young English lady, who was a member 
 of his church. She had received a letter from a long- 
 lost brother, who was ill at the Grand Hotel in Paris. 
 
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 The young lady asked her physician if he would allow 
 her to go to see her brother. The physician said: 
 " You will die if you do." She replied : " I will die if 
 I don't." A few days later she started for Paris, and 
 on reaching the Grand Hotel she was taken to the room 
 where her dying brother lay. After a warm greeting 
 he took from under the pillow a copy of "Sacred 
 Songs and Solos," and pointing to '' The Ninety and 
 Nine," said : " This hymn was the means of bringing 
 me to Christ." Mrs. Claphin, who was in the audience 
 and heard this story related, thanked God for having 
 put it into her heart to distribute the little hymn-books. 
 
 A friend sends me the following : " One day I 
 was talking with a woman of the most abandoned sort, 
 who had hardened her heart by many years of 
 drunkenness and sin. Nothing I could say made any 
 impression on her. When I was about to give up, our 
 old Scotch cook, who was fond of poetry, began to sing : 
 
 * But none of the ransomed ever knew 
 How deep were the waters crossed; 
 Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through, 
 Ere he found His sheep that was lost.' 
 
 She was in the kitchen, and was not aware that any 
 one was within hearing. Her rich Scotch brogue lent 
 charm to the verse, and it seemed a message from God. 
 For the poor woman to whom I had been talking, and 
 who was so hardened a moment before, burst into 
 tears, and falling on her knees, began to pray to the 
 Good Shepherd to receive her. She was converted, 
 and has often testified to the fact that the song led 
 her to Christ." 
 
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 Mr. Blane, of South Africa, relates : " I knew a 
 young man who was the only unconverted member of 
 his family. At home he was constantly hearing of 
 Christ, and being asked to accept him as his Saviour. 
 He determined to rid himself of all home restraint, 
 and to enjoy himself by making a tour of the Conti- 
 nent. He set out, and for some time all went well. At 
 one of the hotels at which he stayed there was an old 
 Christian woman. As was her constant habit, having 
 first obtained the consent of the proprietor, she went 
 from room to room, leaving upon the table of each a 
 little tract or book. She entered this young man's 
 room, and with a prayer to God for guidance, took out 
 a small copy of Sankey's hymns, opening it at the one 
 beginning, 
 
 * There were ninety and nine that safely lay 
 In the shelter of the fold.' 
 
 Under the guidance of the Holy Spirit she took her 
 pencil and drew a stroke under the words of the third 
 line, * One was out on the hills away.* Soon the young 
 man entered his room, and at once the book caught his 
 eye. He went over and read the penciled line. Like 
 a flash the image of his home came up before him, and 
 all the dear ones there, until his stony heart was 
 broken. Throwing himself upon his knees, he cried 
 for mercy and besought the Father to receive him for 
 Christ's sake. Soon the answer came, and he rose to 
 his feet a new man in Christ Jesus." 
 
 Mr. Thomas Leigh, of Liverpool, who assisted in 
 our meetings in that city, writes me as follows : " At 
 
312 Sankey's Story 
 
 your first mission in Liverpool an old man, between 
 seventy and eighty, was converted through your sing- 
 ing 'There were ninety and nine.' He lived for a 
 number of years afterward, and was a bright worker 
 and gave a clear testimony. During the remainder of 
 his life he went by the name of ' Ninety and Nine.' " 
 
 <^ 
 
 From South America, only last November, came 
 this testimony from a former co-worker : " Many 
 years ago, in 1884, I had the pleasure of meeting you. 
 I was then a member of your London choir, and helped 
 in speaking to souls at the after-meetings of those won- 
 derful gatherings you and dear Mr. Moody held in 
 London in that year. Now, more than twenty years 
 after, I am out here, where God in his grace has given 
 me the privilege of witnessing for him for the last 
 sixteen years. I can not tell you the blessing that the 
 translations of your hymns into Spanish have been 
 here. I send you a copy of our hymn-book, in which 
 I have collected a large number of songs, the great 
 majority having against them * S. S.,' signifying 
 ' Sacred Songs and Solos.' These are translations, 
 adaptations or tunes of your collection. I am sure God 
 has graciously used these hymns in blessing many 
 souls. Only this afternoon, while I was out visiting 
 some new converts, I heard of the case of a woman 
 converted through the singing of a Spanish transla- 
 tion of * There were ninety and nine.' Some time ago 
 a man, who was a bad character, was spoken to by a 
 colporteur, and he had a desire to read the Bible. He 
 lost his work for a day and a half while he hunted in 
 the different book-shops for a Bible. Ac last he got 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 3 1 3 
 
 one, and commenced reading it. He came to our open- 
 air meetings, followed us into one of our halls, and 
 was soon converted. He was so thankful to the Lord 
 for what he had done for him that he asked us to 
 come and ha\e meetings in his house. The result has 
 been that at least twelve of his relatives and neigh- 
 bors have been converted. Not long ago a woman 
 came into the meeting in his house in a careless, laugh- 
 ing way. The hymn I have referred to was being sung. 
 The Spirit of God convicted her then and there, and 
 she burst into tears and cried to God for mercy, say- 
 ing that she was ' that lost sheep, out on the moun- 
 tains.' She found peace, and now her husband is 
 converted, and they are bright and earnest Christians." 
 
 The Shining Shore 
 
 Words by the Rev. David Nelson Music by George F. Root 
 
 " My days are gliding swiftly by, 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger." 
 
 Mr. Nelson was a surgeon in the army during the 
 War of 1812. Afterward he entered the ministry, 
 preached in Tennessee and Kentucky, and later moved 
 to Missouri, where he opened a plantation. There he 
 heard an address on the evils of slavery that changed 
 his views. " I will live on roast potatoes and salt 
 before I will hold slaves!" he declared. He advocated 
 colonization of the negroes. This brought down upon 
 him the wrath of his slave-holding neighbors, who 
 drove him from his home and pursued him through the 
 woods and swamps for three days and nights. Finally 
 he came out on the banks of the Mississippi River 
 opposite Quincy, Illinois. By signs he made known 
 
314 Sankeys Story 
 
 his condition to friends there, and then hid in the 
 bushes to await the approach of night. As he lay 
 there in danger of being captured every moment, the 
 land of freedom in plain sight, with the swiftly gliding 
 waters between, the lines of this hymn began to assume 
 form in his mind, and he wrote them down on the 
 back of a letter he had in his pocket. The voices of 
 the vengeful pursuers were heard in the woods about 
 him. Once they strode by the very clump of bushes in 
 which he was concealed, and even poked their guns in 
 to separate the branches ; but they failed to notice him. 
 Several members of the Congregational church of 
 Quincy came over in the evening in a canoe, and began 
 fishing near his hiding-place. When they had located 
 this exactly they gave a signal, and drawing near to 
 the shore, met him as he rushed down to the water's 
 edge. They got him safely to the Illinois side, but 
 were discovered and followed by the slaveholders, 
 who demanded his surrender. But they were informed 
 that Mr. Nelson was now in a free State, and that 
 nothing should molest him. In Illinois he was em- 
 ployed by the Home Missionary Society, and continued 
 to take an active part in the anti-slavery agitation of 
 those times. He died in 1844. 
 
 As to the music of this hymn Mr. Root says: 
 '* One day, I remember, as I was working at a set of 
 graded part-songs for singing classes, mother passed 
 through the room and laid a slip from one of the re- 
 ligious newspapers before me, saying ; * George, I 
 think that would be good for music/ I looked at the 
 poem, which began, ' My days are gliding swiftly by,' 
 and a simple melody sang itself along in my mind as I 
 
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 read. I jotted it down and went on with my work. 
 That was the origin of the music of * The Shining 
 Shore.' Later, when I took up the melody to har- 
 monize it, it seemed so very simple and commonplace 
 that I hesitated about setting the other parts to it. I 
 finally decided that it might be useful to somebody, and 
 I completed it, though it was not printed until some 
 months afterward. In after years I examined it in an 
 endeavor to account for its great popularity — but in 
 vain. To the musician there is not one reason in 
 melody or harmony, scientifically regarded, for such a 
 fact. To him hundreds of others, now forgotten, were 
 better." 
 
 This was a favorite hymn of Henry Ward Beecher. 
 
 The Smitten Rock 
 
 Words by George C. Needham Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " From the riven Rock there floweth 
 Living water ever clear." 
 
 " When Mr. Sankey lived at Cohasset, Massachu- 
 setts, in the summer of 1876, after the great Boston 
 meetings, he very naturally desired to bring the Gospel 
 to the people living in that neighborhood. Accord- 
 ingly he invited me," wrote Mr. Needham on one 
 occasion, "to spend a week with him in a series of 
 evangelistic meetings. Before the breakfast-hour one 
 morning, while Mr. Sankey was playing on his organ, I 
 remarked : ' I wish we had a good hymn on The Smitten 
 Rock, as I hope to speak on that subject to-night.' 
 Mr. Sankey replied with enthusiasm : ' Here is a new 
 hymn which came to me last night in my sleep ; I be- 
 
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 lieve the Lord gave it to me. I wish I had words for 
 it. Why don't you write a piece on The Rock?' I 
 replied, ' Why, I can't write such a hymn as you want, 
 and you know that I don't understand music ; how to 
 fit words to your music would puzzle an unmusical 
 man.' The enthusiastic soloist, still playing, said: 
 * You'll find pen and paper on the table ; this is a stir- 
 ring tune and I want the words ; try your hand at it.' 
 I immediately sat down and asked the Lord's special 
 help, and then wrote the hymn as it now appears. Mr. 
 Sankey took the paper, with the ink scarcely dry on it, 
 and sang it through with the chorus — the new air and 
 the words exactly fitting, without alteration or amend- 
 ment. ' I think the Lord gave you the words as truly 
 as he gave me the tune,' was Mr. Sankey's first remark. 
 And then we commended the little piece and its music 
 to the great Master, praying that the unction of the 
 Holy One might rest upon it. Mr. Sankey sang the 
 hymn for the first time in public that evening, after I 
 had given my address on The Smitten Rock.'* 
 
 The Solid Rock 
 
 Words by the Rev. Edward Mote Music by William B. Bradbury 
 
 " My hope is built on nothing less 
 Than Jesus' blood and righteousness." 
 
 " I went astray from my youth," said the author 
 of this hymn. " My Sundays were spent on the streets 
 in play. So ignorant was I that I did not know there 
 was a God." He was a cabinet-maker, and was con- 
 verted under the preaching of the Rev. John Hyatt. 
 The refrain came into the author's mind one morning in 
 1834, as he was walking up Holborn Hill, London, on 
 
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 his way to work. Four stanzas were completed that 
 day and two more on the following Sunday. In 1852 
 Mr. Mote became the pastor of a Baptist church in 
 Horsham, Sussex, where he continued to minister for 
 more than twenty years. In his eighty-first year his 
 health declined. *' I think I am going to heaven," he 
 said ; " yes, I am nearing port. The truths I have 
 preached I am now living upon, and they will do to die 
 upon. Ah ! the precious blood ! The precious blood 
 which takes away all our sins ; it is this which makes 
 peace with God." And so he passed peacefully away, 
 his hope "built on nothing less than Jesus* blood and 
 righteousness." 
 
 The Sweet Story of Old 
 
 Words by Mrs. Jemima Luke Music by J. C. Englebrecht 
 
 " I think when I read that sweet story of old, 
 When Jesus was here among men." 
 
 " In the year 1841 I went to the Normal Infant 
 School in Gray's Inn Road to obtain some knowledge 
 of the system," writes Mrs. Luke. " Mary Moffat, 
 afterwards Mrs. Livingstone, was there at the same 
 time, and Sarah Roby, whom Mr. and Mrs. Moffat had 
 rescued in infancy when buried alive, and had brought 
 up with their own children. Among the marching 
 pieces at Gray's Inn Road was a Greek air, the pathos 
 of which took my fancy, and I searched Watts and 
 Jane Taylor and several Sunday-school hymn-books for 
 words to suit the measure but in vain. Having been 
 recalled home, I went one day on some missionary 
 business to the little town of Wellington, five miles 
 from Taunton, in a stage-coach. It was a beautiful 
 
3i8 Sankey's Story 
 
 spring morning; it was an hour's ride, and there was 
 no other inside passenger. On the back of an old 
 envelope I wrote in pencil the first two of the verses 
 now so well known, in order to teach the tune to the 
 village school supported by my step-mother, and which 
 it was my province to visit. The third verse was added 
 afterward to make it a missionary hymn. My father 
 superintended the Sunday-school in which we taught, 
 and used to let the children choose the first hymn. 
 One Sunday the children started their new hymn. My 
 father turned to his younger daughters and said, 
 * Where did that come from ? I never heard it before.' 
 ' Oh, Jemima made it,' they replied. Next day he 
 asked for a copy, and sent it, without my knowledge, 
 to 'The Sunday-School Teachers' Magazine.' But 
 for this it would probably never have appeared in 
 print." Mrs. Luke adds regarding her composition: 
 ** It was a little inspiration from above, and not ' in 
 me,' for I have never written other verses worthy of 
 preservation." 
 
 There is a Fountain 
 
 Words by the Rev. William Cowper Music by Dr. Lowell Mason 
 
 " There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 Drawn from Immanuers veins." 
 
 Born of a personal experience when the author 
 was forty years old, this hymn of faith for more than 
 a century has been eminently useful in the practical 
 work of evangelizing the world. 
 
 Along the streets of Glasgow, shortly after our 
 first visit to Scotland, a little boy passed one evening, 
 singing '' There is a fountain filled with blood." A 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 3 1 9 
 
 Christian policeman joined in the song, and when he 
 had finished his beat he asked the boy if he understood 
 what he was singing. " Oh, yes," said the Httle fellow, 
 " I know it in my heart, and it is very precious." A 
 few evenings afterward some one asked the policeman : 
 '* Do you know that a woman standing where we are, 
 was awakened and saved the other night by hearing, 
 * There is a fountain,' sung by a policeman and a boy ?" 
 
 A lieutenant in the Union army, having received 
 his death-wound in a gallant charge at the head of his 
 regiment, was visited in the hospital by the chaplain, 
 who inquired how he felt. He said he had always been 
 cheerful, and was now ready to meet God in peace. 
 " Chaplain," he added, " I was passing through the 
 streets of New York once on a Sunday night, and I 
 heard singing. I went in and saw a company of poor 
 people. They were singing * There is a fountain filled 
 with blood.' I was overpowered with the impression 
 the hymn made upon me, and I gave my heart to God. 
 Since then I have loved Jesus, and I love him now." 
 That was his last speech. 
 
 There is a Green Hill far away 
 
 Words by Cecil F. Alexander Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "There is a green hill far away. 
 Without a city wall." 
 
 While holding meetings with Mr. Moody, at Car- 
 diff, Wales, in 1883, I visited the ruins of Tintern 
 Abbey with Professor Drummond. While there I 
 sang this song, which the professor said to me was 
 one of the finest hymns in the English language. A 
 
320 Sankey's Story 
 
 number of years later I sang it on the green hill be- 
 lieved to be Calvary, outside the walls of Jerusalem. 
 
 Mrs. Alexander was the wife of the Most Rev- 
 erend W. Alexander, D. D., Archbishop of Armagh. 
 She first published ''There is a green hill far away" 
 in her "Hymns for Little Children" in 1848. It is a 
 popular children's hymn in England. Mr. Stebbins 
 set it to a new tune in 1884. Mrs. Alexander wrote 
 about four hundred hymns and poems for children. 
 
 There'll be no Dark Valley 
 
 Words by the Rev. W, O. Gushing Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes, 
 There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes." 
 
 One night during the Boxer revolt, when the Chi- 
 nese had set fire to many buildings and it seemed as 
 though all the missionaries and native Christians in a 
 besieged city would be destroyed, the children belong- 
 ing to the Junior Christian Endeavor Society held a 
 meeting in a chapel. While the cracklings of the 
 flames, the sharp report of the Chinese guns, and the 
 cries of men and women running to and fro were 
 rending the air, these little disciples of Jesus were 
 singing : " There'll be no dark valley when Jesus 
 comes." 
 
 A missionary, working in the slums of a city in 
 Ireland, writes me as follows : " I feel constrained to 
 thank you from the bottom of my soul for all the great 
 blessings I have received from singing your songs. 
 
 I am a worker in the slums of , and I find that your 
 
 songs reach the hearts of fallen men and women before 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns ,321 
 
 anything else. I have just returned home from our 
 meeting, and the message I sang to-night was your 
 sweet song : ' There'll be no dark valley when Jesus 
 comes.' I want to thank you in particular for this 
 song, because it presents death to us in such a glorious 
 way. The old Welsh people used to speak and sing 
 of death as something very fearful — a dark river, great 
 waves and so on — and I remember my dear mother 
 singing all the Welsh hymns referring to death, until I 
 shuddered. But, praise the Lord, I know now that 
 it is different. Your little song has confirmed this 
 belief in me not only, but in many, many more souls." 
 
 I arranged this hymn from the words which Mr. 
 W. O. Gushing wrote for me, of which, however, I 
 used only the first line, *' There'll be no dark valley 
 when Jesus comes." It has of late become quite a 
 favorite throughout the country. 
 
 There's a Light in the Valley 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " Through the valley of the shadow I must go. 
 Where the cold waves of Jordan roll." 
 
 " Some years ago I was in the dark," a young lady 
 of London told me, " and was seeking the Lord day 
 and night ; but I could get no rest or peace for my soul. 
 For two or three weeks the title of ' There's a Light in 
 the Valley ' kept ringing in my ears. I had never care- 
 fully read through the hymn, but in my constant plead- 
 ings with the Lord I always begged for this light of 
 the valley to be given to me. And one night Christ 
 gave the light I had been asking for. I cannot de- 
 
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 scribe my joy when I could say, ' There is a light in 
 the valley for me.' I scarcely slept that night, for the 
 words would come to me again and again. It is now 
 my privilege, sometimes, to help sing them for others, 
 and then they seem to bring a fresh wave of my Sav- 
 iour's love to me, as they did on that blessed night." 
 
 Throw Out the Life-Line 
 
 Words and Music by the Rev. E. S. UflFord Arr. by Geo. C. Stebbins 
 
 "Throw out the Life-Line across the dark wave, 
 There is a brother whom some one should save." 
 
 The author of this famous hymn, while living in 
 Massachusetts near the ocean, one day saw a vessel 
 wrecked near the shore, and this suggested the idea 
 of the song. Mr. Stebbins shortly afterward, about 
 1889, obtained it from the author, and made a number 
 of changes in Mr. Ufford's harmony. From Mr. Steb- 
 bins I secured it for publication in " Gospel Hymns " 
 and in " Sacred Songs and Solos." It became one of 
 the most useful of evangelistic hymns, and was often 
 sung with effect at our meetings in Great Britain. 
 
 A Christian commercial traveler has just sent me 
 this word : " A few of us were holding a street meeting 
 at Warsaw, Indiana, last August. ' Throw out the 
 Life-Line ' had been sung, and a man spoke as follows : 
 ' I live at North Tonawanda, on the Niagara River. 
 Some time agO' my son was walking toward home 
 when he heard a scream from the river. He rushed 
 down and saw a young lady struggling in the water, 
 being swept down the river. He hurriedly took off 
 his coat, vest and shoes, jumped in, swam to the lady, 
 
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 took hold of her and called to some men, who were 
 farther down the river, to throw out a life-line. The 
 men heard the voice, saw the man and woman being 
 swept down the river, and hastily threw out a line to 
 them. But it was just about three feet too short. My 
 son and the woman were swept over the falls and 
 both were drowned.' There were two or three hun- 
 dred people at this street meeting, and the speaker 
 made the appHcation that we should be sure that our 
 life-line is long enough to reach the people we are 
 after. It was a very effective service, and resulted in 
 at least one conversion." 
 
 Professor Drummond told me this story, and 
 made his own application of it : " On the coast of Spain 
 a great storm was raging, and a wrecked vessel came 
 drifting near the light-house. The cries of the perish- 
 ing seamen were heard in the darkness. The light- 
 house keeper, in making his report to the government 
 — which was required by law in the case of a wreck — 
 said : * We rendered all possible aid from the top of 
 the light-house with the speaking trumpet; notwith- 
 standing, the next morning twenty corpses were found 
 on the shore and the vessel had disappeared.' This is 
 too often the case in our preaching. We get into a 
 high pulpit and shout at the top of our voices, but we 
 seldom take the life-line in our hands and go down to 
 those who are perishing in the waves of sin, to rescue 
 them ere it is too late." 
 
 A man on an Atlantic steamer told me another 
 story, which in its way illustrates the song : " One 
 stormy night at sea a cry was raised on board a 
 
324 Sankey's Story 
 
 steamer, ' Man overboard ; man overboard ! ' A num- 
 ber of the alarmed passengers ran to the captain and 
 begged him to stop the vessel. He roughly told them 
 to mind their own business and not to bother him. As 
 he said this a seaman ran up to the bridge and cried 
 that the man who had gone overboard was the captain's 
 brother. This made a great difference to the captain. 
 He at once reversed the vessel, rushed to the stern, 
 seized a life-line, and threw it as far as he could 
 toward the drowning man, hoping that he might be 
 able to lay hold of it. Fortunately the man seized the 
 line, and, tying it around his body, cried : ' Pull away, 
 pull away ! ' The captain cried, ' Have you hold of 
 the line ? ' A faint answer came back, * The line has 
 hold of me.' In a little while the man was drawn on 
 board and saved." 
 
 To-day the Saviour Calls 
 
 Words by S. F. Smith Music by Lowell Mason 
 
 "To-day the Saviour calls; 
 Ye wand'rers, come." 
 
 For inducing immediate acceptance of the offer of 
 salvation through faith in Christ this hymn has been 
 of great value. In one of his sermons Mr. Moody 
 refers to my singing it on a night never to be for- 
 gotten : 
 
 " For four or five nights in succession I had been 
 preaching in Chicago on the subject of ' The Life of 
 Christ,' and we had followed him from the cradle to 
 the judgment hall of Pilate. I have always felt that 
 on that night I made one of the greatest mistakes of 
 my life. How often I have wished that I could call 
 
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 back what I said to the congregation at the close of 
 the meeting on that memorable night of the Chicago 
 fire ! That night I spoke from the text, * What shall 
 I do with Jesus ? ' and as I closed I said : ' Now I want 
 you to take this question home with you, think it over, 
 and next Sunday night I want you to come back here 
 and tell me what you are going to do with Jesus.' 
 What a mistake ! I gave them a week to decide ; but 
 I never met that audience again. Even then the huge 
 bell of the court-house near by was tolling out what 
 proved to be the death-knell of the city. How well I 
 remember the hymn Mr. Sankey sang as a solo at the 
 closing moment of that meeting, as his voice rang out : 
 
 * To-day the Saviour calls; for refuge fly; 
 The storm of justice falls, and death is nigh.* 
 
 It seemed almost prophetic. It was the last verse sung 
 in that beautiful hall. We closed the meeting and 
 went out into the streets, never to meet again. It is 
 estimated that a thousand lives were lost that night. 
 As many of them were lost near Farwell Hall, it may 
 have been that some who heard me say that night, 
 * Take a week to decide the question,' were among the 
 lost ones." 
 
 To the Work 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "To the work! to the work! we are servants of God, 
 Let us follow the path that our Master has trod." 
 
 Fanny Crosby wrote the words of this hymn in 
 1869, and it was set to music by W. H. Doane two 
 years later. I sang it for the first time in the home 
 of Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Cornell at Long Branch. The 
 
326 Sankefs Story 
 
 servants gathered from all parts of the house while 
 I was singing, and looked into the parlor where I was 
 seated. When I was through one of them said : " That 
 is the finest hymn I have heard for a long time ; won't 
 you please sing it over again ? '' I felt that this was a 
 test case, and that if the hymn had such power over 
 those servants it would be useful in reaching other 
 people as well ; so I published it in " Gospel Hymns '* 
 in 1875, where it became one of the best work-songs 
 for our meetings that we had. 
 
 Trust and Obey 
 
 Words by the Rev. J. H. Sammis Music by D. B. Towner 
 
 " When we walk with the Lord, 
 In the light of his Word." 
 
 " Some years ago," says Professor Towner, mu- 
 sical director of the Moody Bible Institute, " Mr. 
 Moody was conducting a series of meetings in Brock- 
 ton, Massachusetts, and I had the pleasure of singing 
 for him there. One night a young man rose in a testi- 
 mony meeting and said, ' I am not quite sure — but I 
 am going to trust, and I am going to obey.' I just 
 jotted that sentence down, and sent it with the little 
 story to the Rev. J. H. Sammis, a Presbyterian min- 
 ister. He wrote the hymn, and the tune was born. 
 The chorus, 
 
 'Trust and obey, 
 
 For there's no other way 
 
 To be happy in Jesus 
 
 But to trust and obey,* 
 
 was written before the hymn was." 
 
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 Trusting Jesus, That is All 
 
 Words by E. P. Stites Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " Simply trusting every day, 
 Trusting through a stormy way." 
 
 " About two years ago/' writes a minister, " I 
 visited a woman who was suffering from an incurable 
 disease ; but great as was her agony of body, her dis- 
 tress of mind was greater still. One day she said: 
 ' The future is so dark, I dare not look forward at 
 all/ 
 
 " To my question, ' Can't you trust yourself in 
 God's hands ? ' she replied : * No, I can't leave myself 
 there/ 
 
 ** I repeated the hymn, * Simply trusting ev'ry 
 day,' and especially dwelt on the refrain, * Trusting 
 as the moments fly, trusting as the days go by/ * Ah,' 
 she said, ' I can trust him this moment ; is it like that ? ' 
 I then sang the hymn to her, and the change that came 
 ever her was wonderful. She never lost this trust, 
 and she had the page in her hymn-book turned down, 
 that she might have the hymn read to her. After 
 many months of intense suffering she passed away, 
 * simply trusting,' to the land where there shall be no 
 more pain." 
 
 The words of this hymn were handed to Mr. 
 Moody at Chicago, in 1876, in the form of a news- 
 paper clipping. He gave them to me, and asked me 
 to write a tune for them. I assented, on condition 
 that he should vouch for the doctrine taught in the 
 verses, and he said he would. 
 
330 Sankeys Story 
 
 Under His Wings 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. O. Gushing Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Under His wings I am safely abiding; 
 Though the night deepens and tempests are wild." 
 
 As Mr. Moody used to approach the seminary 
 building at Northfield, Massachusetts, to conduct the 
 morning worship, the young ladies there would join 
 in the singing of this hymn as he entered the room. 
 It was one of their popular hymns, as it was also of 
 the Estey Quartet made up of the leading singers of 
 the seminary. 
 
 The music of this hymn was among my later com- 
 positions. 
 
 A young man in a hospital in Western Massachu- 
 setts was once visited by a minister, and after he had 
 prayed, the invalid asked him to sing his favorite song, 
 '•'Under His Wings," saying that it had been the 
 means of his conversion. The hymn was sung, and 
 in a short time the listener had passed away to the 
 shelter under his Master's wings. 
 
 Verily, Verily 
 
 Words by James McGranahan Music by James McGranahan 
 
 " O what a Saviour that He died for me! 
 From condemnation He hath made me free." 
 
 " About twenty years ago," writes the Rev. James 
 Sprunt, of London, '* Mrs. S — one evening left her 
 home, near Blandford Square, to visit some of her 
 friends. She was disappointed to find that they were 
 not at home. She called upon others, but they also 
 
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 had gone out. Vexed in mind and weary in body she 
 was returning to her home. Passing the doors of 
 Omega Hall, she was invited to the service then being 
 held inside. She entered, and enjoyed the service, 
 especially the singing of * O what a Saviour, that He 
 died for me ! ' This was good news to her soul. By 
 the Spirit of God she had been taught her lost condi- 
 tion. What was she to do? She had been told in 
 the Hall to repent and believe the Gospel, to accept 
 Christ as her Saviour, and to rest her soul on the fin- 
 ished work of Calvary's cross. She heard all this, but 
 did not obey. But when she retired that night her 
 mind could not rest. During her sleep she dreamed 
 that she was in the meeting and had again joined in 
 the hymn, * O, what a Saviour, that He died for me ! ' 
 and with the dreamy singing she awoke to say, not 
 in a dream and not in unbelief, but with true faith in 
 God's Son, * From condemnation He hath made me 
 free.^ " 
 
 Waiting and Watching for Me 
 
 Words by Marianne Hearn Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " When my final farewell to the world I have said, 
 And gladly lie down to my rest." 
 
 At one of Mr. Moody's meetings in Farwell Hall, 
 Chicago, this testimony was given on one occasion: 
 " For many years past I have been an infidel, and often 
 lectured to audiences in opposition to the Bible. To- 
 day, in the presence of all you who see me, I declare 
 that I am a converted man. I owe the softening of 
 my hitherto stony heart to a Gospel hymn sung by 
 Mr. Bliss, the refrain of which is, * Will any one then, 
 
332 Sankeys Story 
 
 at the beautiful gate, be waiting and watching for 
 me ? * It reminded me so tenderly of my Christian 
 wife, parents, brothers, sisters and children who have 
 gone before me that it quite broke me down ; and now 
 Christ and the Word have become my best hope and 
 stronghold." 
 
 Welcome ! Wanderer, W^elcome ! 
 
 Words by Horatius Bonar Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " In the land of strangers, 
 Whither thou art gone." 
 
 "An editor of a paper in the South," says one 
 who was connected with the Florence Mission at the 
 time this incident occurred, " lost all through drink 
 and dissipation, and one day left his wife and five 
 children to look after themselves. Without bidding 
 them good-bye he left home, determined not to re- 
 turn until he was a man and could live a sober life. 
 In New York he sank still lower. One night he 
 pawned some of his clothing; but soon he was again 
 penniless and had no place to sleep. He then wrote 
 a note to his wife, bidding her good-bye, saying they 
 would never see each other again, as he had decided 
 to die that night. He was walking toward East 
 River when the sound of music attracted his attention. 
 He looked up and saw the sign, ' The Florence.' That 
 was the name of his oldest daughter. He listened ; a 
 lady was singing a song his wife used to sing on Sun- 
 day afternoons at home, words that went to his heart, 
 * In the land of strangers, whither thou art gone, 
 
 Hear a far voice calling, "My son, My son! 
 
 Welcome! wanderer, welcome! Welcome back to home! 
 
 Thou hast wandered far away: Come home, come home! "' 
 
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 The song, coupled with the name that was his daugh- 
 ter's, led him to think we were praying for him. He 
 came in, drunk as he was, and asked us to do so. He 
 became a convert and an earnest Christian worker, and 
 has held a position of responsibility in business for 
 many years, he and his family having been reunited." 
 
 Written for me by Dr. Bonar, in 1883, this hymn 
 became the favorite song of the choir of over fifteen 
 hundred voices, led by Percy S. Foster, at our meet- 
 ings in the great Convention Hall in Washington dur- 
 ing the winter of 1894. 
 
 What a Friend We have in Jesus 
 
 Words by Joseph Scriven Music by Charles C. Converse 
 
 " What a friend we have in Jesus, 
 All our sins and griefs to bear." 
 
 Thousands have been cheered in time of trouble, 
 and so led nearer to Christ, by this sweet and simple 
 hymn ; for very few hymns have been more widely 
 published or more frequently sung. The author was 
 born in Dublin in 1820, and came to Canada when he 
 was twenty-five. There he lived a useful life until 
 his death in 1886. The young lady to whom he was 
 to be married was accidentally drowned on the eve 
 of their wedding day. This led him to consecrate his 
 life and fortune to the service of Christ. Though a 
 graduate of Trinity College and a man of refinement, 
 he chose humble duties. One afternoon he was seen 
 walking down the streets of Port Hope where he 
 lived, dressed as a plain workingman and carrying a 
 
334 Sankeys Story 
 
 saw-horse and a saw on his mission of help. A citi- 
 zen, noticing that a friend recognized him, said : 
 
 " Do you know that man ? What is his name and 
 where does he Hve? I want some one to cut wood, 
 and I find it difficult to get a sober man to do the work 
 faithfully." 
 
 " But you can't get that man," was the reply. 
 " That is Mr. Scriven. He won't cut wood for you." 
 
 " Why not ? " queried the gentleman. 
 
 " Because you are able to pay for it. He only 
 saws wood for poor widows and sick people." 
 
 Until a short time before his death it was not 
 known that he had a poetic gift. A neighbor, sitting 
 up with him in his illness, happened upon a manuscript 
 copy of " What a friend we have in Jesus." Reading 
 it with great delight and questioning Mr. Scriven 
 about it, he said that he had composed it for his 
 mother, to comfort her in a time of special sorrow, 
 not intending that any one else should see it. Some 
 time later, when another Port Hope neighbor asked 
 him if it was true that he composed the hymn, his 
 reply was : " The Lord and I did it between us." 
 
 Returning from England in 1875, I soon became 
 associated with P. P. Bliss in the publication of what 
 later became known as " Gospel Hymns No. i." 
 After we had given the completed compilation to our 
 publishers I chanced to pick up a small paper-covered 
 pamphlet of Sunday-school hymns, published at Rich- 
 mond, Virginia. I discovered this and sang it 
 through, and determined to have it appear in " Gospel 
 Hymns." As the composer of the music was my 
 
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 friend C. C. Converse, I withdrew from the collection 
 one of his compositions and substituted for it, ** What 
 a friend we have in Jesus." Thus the last hymn that 
 went into the book became one of the first in favor. 
 
 As published in the small Richmond hymnal, the 
 authorship of the words was erroneously attributed 
 to the great Scotch preacher and hymn-writer. Dr. 
 Horatius Bonar. We were in error, also, in assign- 
 ing the words to him. Some years afterward Dr. 
 Bonar informed us that he was not the author, and 
 that he did not know who wrote it. It was not until 
 six or eight years after the hymn first appeared in 
 our collection that we learned who the author really 
 was. 
 
 What must it be to be There? 
 
 Words by Mrs. Elizabeth Mills Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 " We speak of the land of the blest, 
 A country so bright and so fair." 
 
 " You see that I am still in the land of the 
 dying," wrote Philip Phillips, '* The Singing Pilgrim," 
 shortly before his death at Delaware, Ohio. '' Why 
 1 linger so long is to me a problem. The precious 
 Saviour is more to me than I ever expected when I 
 was well. Often during the night seasons I have real 
 visions; I am walking on the banks of the Beautiful 
 River, and getting glimpses of the bright Beyond. The 
 lines that come most often to me are these : 
 
 ' We speak of the land of the blest, 
 A country so bright and so fair. 
 And oft are its glories confest. 
 But what must it be to be there?' 
 
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 Blessed be God ! I shall soon know. What a singing 
 time we will have when we get there !" 
 
 What Shall the Harvest Be ? 
 
 Words by Emily S. Oakey Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " Sowing the seed by the daylight fair, 
 Sowing the seed by the noonday glare." 
 
 In the winter of 1876 Mr. Moody and I were 
 holding meetings in Chicago in a large building owned 
 by John V. Farwell, one of Mr. Moody's first and 
 most valued friends in that city. It was our custom 
 to hold temperance-meetings on Friday afternoons. 
 At one of these meetings the following testimony was 
 given : 
 
 " At the breaking out of the war in 1861 I en- 
 listed in the army and was soon appointed a first lieu- 
 tenant. I was not yet eighteen and had never been 
 away from home influences. I had never tasted liquor 
 and did not know one card from another. The regi- 
 ment to which I was assigned was principally officered 
 by young men, but many of them were old in dissi- 
 pation. This new life was attractive to me, and I 
 entered upon it with avidity. I was soon a steady 
 drinker and a constant card-player. I laughed at the 
 caution of the older heads, and asserted with all the 
 egotism of a boy that I could abandon my bad habits 
 at any time I wanted to. But I soon found that my 
 evil desires had complete control over my will. In 
 1870, being a physical wreck, I resigned, and deter- 
 mined to begin a new life. Time and again I failed, 
 and at last I gave up all hope and abandoned myself 
 to the wildest debauchery, speculating with reckless 
 
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 indifference on how much longer my body could en- 
 dure the strain. In anticipation of sudden death I 
 destroyed all evidences of my identity, so that my 
 friends might never knov^ the dog's death I had died. 
 It vi^as while in this condition that I one day wandered 
 into this Tabernacle and found a seat in the gallery. 
 There I sat in my drunken and dazed condition, look- 
 ing down upon well-dressed and happy people. I 
 concluded that it was no place for me, and was just 
 about to go out, when out of a perfect stillness rose the 
 voice of Mr. Sankey singing the song, ' What Shall 
 the Harvest be?' The words and music stirred me 
 with a strange sensation. I listened till the third verse 
 had been sung : 
 
 * Sowing the seed of a lingering pain, 
 Sowing the seed of a maddened brain, 
 Sowing the seed of a tarnished name. 
 Sowing the seed of eternal shame; 
 Oh, what shall the harvest be?' 
 
 These words pierced my heart. In desperation I 
 rushed downstairs and out into the snowy streets. I 
 soon found a saloon, where I asked for liquor to drown 
 my sorrow. On every bottle in the bar-room, in 
 words of burning fire, I could read ' What shall the 
 harvest be?' When I took up my glass to drink I 
 read, written on it, ' What shall the harvest be ? ' and 
 I dashed it to the floor and rushed out again into the 
 cold, dark night. The song still followed me wherever 
 I went, and finally drew me back to the Tabernacle 
 two weeks later. I found my way into the inquiry- 
 room and was spoken to by a kind-hearted, loving 
 brother. With his open Bible he pointed me to the 
 
338 Sankeys Story 
 
 Great Physician who had power to cure me and heal 
 me of my appetite, if I would only receive him. 
 Broken, weak, vile and helpless, I came to him, and 
 by his grace I was able to accept him as my Re- 
 deemer ; and I have come here to-day to bear my tes- 
 timony to the power of Jesus to save to the utter- 
 most." 
 
 We were all deeply touched by this testimony, 
 and there was scarcely a dry eye in the audience. A 
 week later this man came into our waiting-room and 
 showed me a letter from his little daughter, which 
 read about as follows : 
 
 " Dear Papa : Mamma and I saw in the Chicago 
 papers that a man had been saved in the meetings 
 there, who was once a lieutenant in the army, and I 
 told mamma that I thought it was my papa. Please 
 write to us as soon as you can, as mamma cannot be- 
 lieve that it was you." 
 
 This letter was received by the man at the gen- 
 eral post-office. The mother and their two children 
 were sent for, and with the help of Mr. Moody a home 
 was soon secured for them and employment for the 
 man. He was asked to go to many places to give his 
 experience, and he soon became so effective in his 
 addresses that his friends prevailed upon him to study 
 for the ministry. Eventually he became pastor of a 
 large church in the Northwest, where he labored for 
 a number of years till his death, in Evanston, Illinois, 
 in 1899. His name was W. O. Lattimore. He wrote 
 a hymn for me, entitled, " Out of the darkness into 
 light," which I set to music. 
 
 The author of " What shall the harvest be? " who 
 
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 was born at Albany, was a frail, delicate woman, al- 
 ways an invalid, never having known, as she once said, 
 an hour of health in all her Hfe. 
 
 W^hen Jesus Conies 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 " Down life's dark vale we wander. 
 Till Jesus comes." 
 
 One day in 1872 Mr. Bliss heard a conversation 
 between two of his friends, who were speaking on 
 the subject of the return of our Lord. One of the 
 ladies quoted a line from a work of Anna Shipton, 
 *' This may be the day of His coming," and spoke of 
 the joy and comfort the thought gave her. Mr. Bliss 
 was much impressed, more deeply than ever before, 
 as to the reality of this subject; and a few days after 
 as he was coming downstairs from his room, still oc- 
 cupied with the thought of looking for Christ's ap- 
 pearing, he commenced singing, " Down life's dark 
 vale we wander," the words and music coming to him 
 as he took the successive steps down the stairs. He 
 at once wrote it down just as we have it to-day in 
 " Gospel Hymns." 
 
 "When the Mists have Klolled Away 
 
 Words by Annie Herbert Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " When the mists have rolled in splendor 
 From the beauty of the hills." 
 
 I sang this hymn for the first time in The Free 
 Trade Hall, in Manchester, in 1883, at one of Mr. 
 Moody's meetings. The service was held at eight 
 
340 Sankey's Story 
 
 o'clock on a gloomy winter morning. The hall was 
 densely crowded and filled with mist, so much so that 
 the people could hardly be discerned at the farther end 
 of the hall. I felt the need of something to brighten 
 up the meeting, and then and there decided to launch 
 this new song. It was received with much enthusi- 
 asm, and at once became a favorite of Mr. Moody's, 
 and continued to be so until his death. 
 
 When the Roll is Called up Yonder 
 
 Words by J. M. Elack Music by J. M. Black 
 
 ** When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall 
 be no more, 
 And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair." 
 
 " While a teacher in a Sunday-school and presi- 
 dent of a young people's society," says the author of 
 this hymn, " I one day met a girl, fourteen years old, 
 poorly clad and the child of a drunkard. She accepted 
 my invitation to attend the Sunday-school, and joined 
 the young people's society. One evening at a conse- 
 cration-meeting, when members answered the roll- 
 call by repeating Scripture texts, she failed to respond. 
 I spoke of what a sad thing it would be, when our 
 names are called from the Lamb's Book of Life, if 
 one of us should be absent ; and I said, ^ O God, when 
 my own name is called up yonder, may I be there to 
 respond ! ' I longed for something suitable to sing 
 just then, but I could find nothing in the books. We 
 closed the meeting, and on my way home I was still 
 wishing that there might be a song that could be sung 
 on such occasions. The thought came to me, ' Why 
 don't you make it ? ' I dismissed the idea, thinking 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 341 
 
 that I could never write such a hymn. When I 
 reached my house my wife saw that I was deeply trou- 
 bled, and questioned me, but I made no reply. Then 
 the words of the first stanza came to me in full. 
 In fifteen minutes more I had composed the other 
 two verses. Going to the piano, I played the music 
 just as it is found to-day in the hymn-books, note for 
 note, and I have never dared to change a single word 
 or a note of the piece since." 
 
 Where is My Boy to-Night? 
 
 Words by Robert Lowry Music by Robert Lowry 
 
 " Where is my wandering boy to-night — 
 The boy of my tenderest care?" 
 
 A mother came to me in Boston and asked me if 
 I would try to find her wandering boy in California 
 when I should go there with Mr. Moody to hold meet- 
 ings. I promised to do what I could. For several 
 weeks, as opportunity presented itself, I searched the 
 cheap boarding-houses for the young man. At last 
 I found him in the slums of the city and asked him 
 to come to our meetings. He refused, saying that 
 he was not fit to be seen there ; but after much per- 
 suasion he came. One evening I sang : " Where is 
 my wandering boy," and prefaced it with a few re- 
 marks, saying that I knew of one dear mother in the 
 East who was praying for her wandering boy to-night. 
 This, together with the song, touched the young man's 
 heart, and he found his way into the inquiry-room, 
 where, with my open Bible, I was enabled by God's 
 grace to lead him into the light. I wrote to his mother 
 and told her that her boy had been found, and that 
 
342 Sankey's Story 
 
 he was now a professed Christian. She sent me money 
 to pay his railway fare back to Boston, and in a short 
 time he had reached home and received a hearty wel- 
 come. He soon found employment, and became a use- 
 ful citizen, and has since been a follower of Christ. 
 
 " I heard Chancellor Sims relate," states the Rev. 
 H. B. Gibbud, *' that he was once traveling with a man 
 from the West who was on his way to visit his father, 
 whom he had left years before when he was a boy. 
 There had been trouble between them, and the father 
 had told the son that he could go. In his anger the 
 boy said that he would, and that he would never re- 
 turn. He had gone West, where he became a wealthy 
 ranch owner; but he had never written to his father 
 and had held the anger in his heart toward him all 
 those years. Then he told the Chancellor how it was 
 that he was now returning. A train on which he had 
 been traveling had been snowed in, and people living 
 near had made up a load of provisions and taken them 
 to the imprisoned passengers. Then it was discov- 
 ered that Mr. Sankey was on board, and at the peo- 
 ple's request he came out on the steps and sang: 
 * Where is my wandering boy ? ' That song touched 
 this man's heart, led him to God, and he was now 
 going East to seek reconciliation with his parents." 
 
 A wayward boy was brought by a friend to the 
 evening service of the Rev. J. H. Byers, of Stanberry, 
 Missouri. Having learned something of his condition, 
 Mr. Byers asked the leader of the choir to sing as a 
 solo : " Where is my wandering boy to-night ? " which 
 
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 he did with great feeling. The boy was converted, 
 the next evening he united with the church, and he 
 has continued to be an active, praying worker ever 
 since. The young man's parents were devoted Chris- 
 tions. On the same night and until the next after- 
 noon, for what was an unknown reason to them, they 
 were led to pray most earnestly for their lost boy. 
 During the time when the prayer-meeting was being 
 held, they were comforted, and believed that they 
 would hear good news. In a few hours they received 
 a telegram that their boy was saved. At the meeting 
 where this hymn was sung there were present the 
 parents of two other boys who had left their homes, 
 and as the solo was sung they prayed that their boys 
 might be saved and brought home. In a few days let- 
 ters were received from those boys, telling their par- 
 ents that they were saved on the night when the solo 
 was sung and the prayers were sent up for them. 
 
 The author of this hymn, which has done more 
 to bring back wandering boys than any other, became 
 a follower of Christ at the age of seventeen. After a 
 score of years in different pastorates he accepted the 
 professorship of letters in his alma mater, Bucknell 
 University, together with the pastorate of another 
 church. This double service he performed for six 
 years, and then moved to Plainfield, New Jersey, 
 where he lived until his death, in 1899, at the age of 
 seventy-three. Dr. Lowry will continue to preach the 
 Gospel in his hymns long after his sermons have been 
 forgotten. Many of his hymns were written after 
 the Sunday evening service, when his body was weary 
 but his mind refused to rest. 
 
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 Whiter Than Snow 
 
 Words by James Nicholson Music by Wm. G. Fischer 
 
 "Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; 
 I want Thee forever to live in my soul." 
 
 " In the spring of 1893," relates the Rev. Mr. 
 Bradley, a Methodist minister in Utah, " a lady who 
 had come from Ireland as a Mormon immigrant sev- 
 eral years before, was brought under very pungent 
 conviction of sin, which lasted for several days. She 
 attended our services several times, but seemed to get 
 no relief. On the following Monday morning, while 
 she was about her work as usual, the burden had be- 
 come almost unbearable. As she worked she began to 
 sing, * Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole ;* and 
 when she came to the closing words, * To those who 
 sought Thee, Thou never saidst No,' a feeling came 
 over her like a flash, she says, that He would not say 
 * No ' to her. From that moment the burden was 
 lifted and she was filled with joy." 
 
 Mr. Fischer, the composer, was a resident of Phil- 
 adelphia, and in 1876 was the leader of the Moody 
 and Sankey choir in the great building at Thirteenth 
 and Market streets, in that city. 
 
 Whosoever "Will 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "'Whosoever heareth,' shout, shout the sound! 
 Send the blessed tidings all the world around." 
 
 Henry Moorehouse, the English evangelist, 
 preached seven sermons on John 3 : 16 in Chicago 
 during the winter of 1869-70. Those sermons made 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 345 
 
 a very deep impression on Mr. Bliss, Mr. Moody and 
 others, and from that time a new and clearer view 
 of the love of God was experienced by many who 
 went forth to preach — perhaps not less about the law, 
 but surely more about the boundless love of God in 
 Jesus Christ. As an outcome of this experience the 
 hymn was written at that time. In singing it. Bliss 
 put special emphasis on the word " whosoever." So he 
 helped many a man to believe in the magnificent offer 
 of salvation, and — like Richard Baxter, the famous 
 London preacher — to praise the Lord. " I thank 
 God," he said, " for the word ' whosoever.* If God 
 had said that there was mercy for Richard Baxter, I 
 am so vile a sinner that I would have thought he 
 meant some other Richard Baxter; but when he says 
 * whosoever,' I know that it includes me, the worst of 
 all Richard Baxters." 
 
 Why not To-night? 
 
 Words by Eliza Reed Music by Ira D, Sankey 
 
 "Oh, do not let the Word depart, 
 And close thine eyes against the light." 
 
 A trarti-car man was passing along the broadway 
 at Deptford, England, where some Christians were 
 singing at an open-air meeting, 
 
 " Oh, do not let the Word depart. 
 
 Nor close thine eyes against the light; 
 Poor sinner, harden not thy heart, 
 Thou would'st be saved— Why not to-night? " 
 
 He felt the force of the appeal and hastened home to 
 pray. Though he knelt down and plead earnestly, 
 no light, or peace, or rest came. A fortnight passed 
 
346 Sankeys Story 
 
 away in this state of uncertainty, and on the following 
 Sunday he was so miserable that he could not go to 
 his work on the tram-car. In the evening he went to 
 a chapel and remained for the prayer-meeting. The 
 leader of the open-air meeting, in which the hymn was 
 sung a fortnight before, happened to be present, and 
 he saw the young man weeping and covering his face 
 with his handkerchief. Praying the Lord to give him 
 a word for this troubled soul, the leader asked : ** Are 
 you trusting Christ ? " " No, but I am seeking Him," 
 the man replied. And there he found Him, to the joy 
 of his soul. Thus, in the providence of God, the 
 Christian worker who was the cause of producing the 
 anxiety, without knowing at the time any of the cir- 
 cumstances, was also the means of removing it. This 
 is but one of the numerous instances of the usefulness 
 of " Why not To-night ? " in evangelistic meetings. 
 
 Windows open toward Jerusalem 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Do you see the Hebrew captive kneeling, 
 At morning, noon and night, to pray?" 
 
 While attending a Sunday service at the State 
 Prison in Joliet, Illinois, where he had gone to sing, 
 P. P. Bliss heard H. G. Spafford of Chicago, who 
 wrote "It is well with my soul," address the prisoners, 
 and use Daniel in Babylon as an illustration of Gospel 
 truth, asking the question in closing, " Are your win- 
 dows open toward Jerusalem ? " This suggested the 
 hymn to Mr. Bliss. 
 
 About a month before his death Mr. Bliss came to 
 Chicago to attend a convention called by Mr. Moody, 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 347 
 
 and there, at a morning meeting, where over a thou- 
 sand ministers were present, he sang, " Are your win- 
 dows open toward Jerusalem ? " with intense spiritual 
 feeling. One minister cried out : " God bless Mr. 
 Bliss for that song ! " His face fairly shone as he 
 sang, and half of those present were in tears under 
 the influence of the song. Mr. Moody, filled with 
 emotion, leaned his head forward upon the desk. It 
 was the last time he heard his beloved friend and 
 brother sing. 
 
 I often used to sing this song as a solo in connec- 
 tion with Mr. Moody's lectures on the prophet Daniel. 
 
 Wonderful Words of Life 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 ** Sing them over again to me, 
 Wonderful words of Life." 
 
 " While visiting an old man, who suffered much 
 from rheumatic gout," narrates a Methodist minister 
 of Birmingham, England, " I was led to start up, 
 * Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of 
 Life.' When I had finished and while the tears were 
 coursing down his cheeks, he exclaimed, ' Oh, sing 
 them over again to me, those wonderful words of life ! 
 for they take my pain away.' And so I repeated that 
 God-sent message to the poor old sufferer, who soon 
 afterward passed away to the land where there is no 
 more pain. 
 
 " On another occasion this hymn became very 
 useful to me. I was preaching to a crowded audience 
 at Dartmouth on a Sunday evening, when a young 
 man fell from his seat near the pulpit, and the service 
 
348 Sankey's Story 
 
 was in danger because of the confusion. I started 
 singing, ' Wonderful Words of Life,' in which the 
 whole congregation joined heartily. By the time we 
 had sung the hymn through the young man had re- 
 covered consciousness and found his seat again, Hs- 
 tening earnestly to my sermon on the theme, ' In God's 
 Word there are spirit and life.' Those present thought 
 his case a living illustration of the song and sermon." 
 
 Ye Must be Born Again 
 
 Words by W. T. Sleeper Music by George C. Stebbins 
 
 "A ruler once came to Jesus by night, 
 To ask Him the way of salvation and light;" 
 
 " One evening in November, 1886," says the 
 superintendent of a boys' school, " I was walking 
 along a street in St. Joseph, Missouri, when I saw be- 
 fore me a great crowd gathered around a door. On 
 coming nearer I saw that it was at the entrance of 
 the hall of the Young Men's Christian Association. 
 In the doorway stood some young men, singing. Just 
 as I came near enough to hear they began to sing : 
 
 ' A ruler once came to Jesus by night. 
 To ask Him the way of salvation and Hght; 
 The Master made answer in words true and plain, 
 Ye must be born again, again.' 
 
 When they came to the chorus the sword of the Spirit 
 entered my soul. It seemed to me that I was brought 
 face to face with the Lord Jesus. There on the street, 
 while that song was being sung, I asked him to teach 
 me how to be born again — and he did it, I accepted 
 an invitation to the service for the evening, and after 
 that service, for the first time in my life, I publicly 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 349 
 
 acknowledged Christ as my Saviour. I have always 
 considered that it was through the influence of that 
 hymn that my soul was awakened. Many times have 
 I thanked God for the song, as well as for the courage 
 he gave to his disciples to sing it in that public way." 
 
 Many years ago an English evangelist sent me 
 this incident : '' We were holding evangelistic meet- 
 ings," he said, " in a town in Perthshire, and there 
 was one who helped us more effectually than we 
 were at first aware of. I hardly know how we be- 
 came acquainted with ' Blind Aggie ;' for, besides 
 being old and blind, she was a great sufferer and could 
 seldom creep beyond her doorstep. We were 
 strangers in the place and no one told us of her ; yet 
 in the providence of God one of our party was led to 
 visit her little room, discovering what a saint she was 
 and how deeply interested in all she had heard about 
 our intended meetings. She helped us mightily by 
 prayer, and as far as she could by individual work. 
 Lodging in the same flat with blind Aggie was a seam- 
 stress — a poor, giddy, foolish girl — in whom she took 
 a deep interest. With great difficulty she persuaded 
 this girl to attend one of our meetings. While the 
 girl was at the meeting Aggie was praying for a bless- 
 ing upon her; and when she returned Aggie asked 
 many questions, but to her sorrow could not find that 
 any impression had been made on the young woman's 
 heart. The good old woman induced the thoughtless 
 girl to go again, and when she returned the second 
 time it was late, and blind Aggie had already gone to 
 bed. But the girl burst into the old woman's room 
 
350 Sankey's Story 
 
 crying : * Oh, Aggie, where are you ? I must tell you ! * 
 ' Well, dear, what is it ? Come and tell me.' * Oh, 
 but I want a light first, I canna tell ye in the dark/ 
 Though Aggie never had use for a candle, she told 
 the girl where to find one. After it was lighted the 
 girl burst forth from a full heart : ' Oh, Aggie, woman, 
 I didna laugh this time ! They sang a hymn, and it 
 kept saying, * Ye must be born again,' and it just laid 
 hold on me, Aggie, and oh! I'm born again! Jesus 
 has taken me, Aggie ! ' " 
 
 " On a Sunday evening," relates a young lady of 
 Dunfermline, Scotland, " I went with a companion to 
 take a walk in the public park, when our attention was 
 drawn to an open-air meeting. While we were stand- 
 ing there listening, the hymn 'Ye Must be Born Again* 
 was given out and sung. Two lines of the last verse, 
 
 * A dear one in heaven thy heart yearns to see 
 At the beautiful gate may be watching for thee,' 
 
 took a firm hold on me, and I felt that I must be born 
 again, for I never could get there of myself. That 
 night I went to the meeting and decided for Christ, 
 and ever since that hymn has been very dear to me." 
 
 Yet There is Room 
 
 Words by Horatius Bonar Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 " * Yet there is room!' The Lamb's bright hall of song, 
 With its fair glory, beckons thee along." 
 
 Dr. Bonar wrote this hymn at my request. I had 
 been singing Tennyson's great poem, "Late, late, so 
 late, and dark the night and chill," at our meetings in 
 
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 Great Britain, in 1873-74, and, on asking permission 
 of the owners of the copyright to use it in my collec- 
 tion of songs, was refused. I then requested Dr. 
 Bonar to write a hymn that should cover much the 
 same ground. " Yet there is room " was the result. 
 It was one of the first hymns for which I wrote music. 
 It always had a very solemnizing effect on the meet- 
 ings, especially when the last lines were sung : " No 
 room, no room — oh, woful cry, * No room.' " 
 
 Yield Not to Temptation 
 
 Words by H. R. Palmer Music by H. R. Palmer 
 
 " Yield not to temptation, 
 For yielding is sin;" 
 
 Mr. Palmer says : " This song was an inspiration. 
 I was at work on the dry subject of * Theory ' when 
 the complete idea flashed upon me, and I laid aside 
 the theoretical work and hurriedly penned both words 
 and music as fast as I could write them. I submitted 
 them to the criticism of a friend afterward, and some 
 changes were made in the third stanza, but the first 
 two are exactly as they came to me. The music was 
 first written in A flat ; but I soon saw that B flat was 
 better, and for many years it has appeared in that key. 
 I am reverently thankful it has been a power for good." 
 
 A friend contributes this incident : " Twenty 
 years ago, when the State prison at Sing Sing, New 
 York, had women as well as men within its walls, a 
 lady used to visit the women's department. Every 
 Sunday afternoon the inmates were permitted to come 
 out and sit in the corridor to hear her talk, and to sing 
 
352 Sankey's Story 
 
 hymns with her. One day some of the women re- 
 belled agamst an order of the matron, and a terrible 
 scene followed. Screams, threats, ribaldry and pro- 
 fanity filled the air. It was said, by those who knew, 
 that an uprising among the women prisoners was 
 worse and more difficult to quell than one among the 
 men. The matron hastily sent to the men's depart- 
 ment for help. Suddenly a voice rose clear and strong 
 above the tumult, singing a favorite song of the pris- 
 oners, 
 
 ' Yield not to temptation, 
 For yielding is sin; 
 Each victory will help you 
 
 Some other to win. 
 Fight manfully onward, 
 
 Dark passions subdue; 
 Look ever to Jesus, 
 
 He'll carry you through.* 
 
 There was a lull ; then one after another joined in the 
 sacred song ; and presently, with one accord, all formed 
 into line and marched quietly to their cells." 
 
 A minister who at the time was laboring there, 
 writes me that when Dr. Somerville, of Scotland, and 
 Mr. Varley, of England, were in New Zealand, in the 
 seventies, in connection with Young Men's Christian 
 Association work, many young men found strength for 
 life's temptations in the first lines of this hymn, which 
 was sung at every meeting for months. 
 
 " Some twenty-four years ago," writes James A. 
 Watson, of Blackburn, England, " the Presbyterian 
 church of England was preparing to issue a new book 
 
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 of praise, *The Church Praise,' now in use. I was 
 asked to send in a suitable list of hymns for the young. 
 Among the number I sent 'Yield not to temptation,' 
 but to my regret, when I got a draft copy of the pro- 
 posed hymn-book, that hymn was not in it. Three or 
 four Sundays afterward I was requested by the 
 teacher of the infant class in the St. George's School, 
 where I have been superintendent for over forty years, 
 to visit a dying boy. I found him unconscious. All 
 that his widowed mother could tell me about him was 
 that he had kept saying : ' He'll carry me through.* 
 When I asked her if she knew what he meant, she told 
 me that she did not. She did not attend church or 
 school. I told her that it was the chorus of a hymn, 
 and pointed out how the good Shepherd was carrying 
 her little boy through the valley ; how he was gather- 
 ing her lamb in his loving arms. I also told her that 
 the Saviour would carry her through her trouble, 
 would comfort, strengthen and keep her, and at last 
 bring her to the happy land where death-divided ones 
 will meet to part no more. I was so much impressed 
 by the incident that I wrote to the convener of the 
 hymn-book committee, and pleaded for the insertion 
 of the hymn in the new book. The committee put it 
 in, and for twenty-three years the young people of 
 our Presbyterian church have been able to sing it when 
 wanted, all through the comfort it had been to a little 
 dying boy, the only son of a widow, on a back street 
 of Blackburn." 
 
JUST A WORD ABOUT 
 OTHER WELL KNOWN HYMNS 
 
CHARLES M. ALEXANDER 
 
JUST A WORD ABOUT OTHER 
 WELL KNOWN HYMNS 
 
 A Song of Heaven and Homeland 
 
 Words by Eben Rexford Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Sometimes I hear strange music, 
 Like none e'er heard before." 
 
 In the year 1901 Mr. Eben Rexford, editor of 
 The Ladies' Home Journal landscape and gardening 
 department, wrote me, asking a donation of fifty 
 copies of Gospel Hymns for a poor church, saying he 
 would give me twenty new hymns in exchange. ^ I 
 sent the books and received the hymns, among which 
 I found " A Song of Heaven and Homeland," which 
 I soon set to music, and which I consider one of 
 my best compositions. It was first published in 
 The Ladies' Home Journal. 
 
 All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name 
 
 Words by E, Perronet Music by Oliver Holden, 1792 
 
 "All hail the power of Jesus' name! 
 Let angels prostrate fall." 
 
 A man in England, who had been a happy Chris- 
 tian, began gradually to lose his faith, and at last 
 boldly avowed the infidelity that had for a long time 
 been quietly slumbering within. To his wife, who 
 still loved and clung to the Saviour, this was indeed 
 a blow, and her heart was torn at the thought that 
 one she tenderly loved, and with whom she had often 
 
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360 Sankey's Story 
 
 held sweet counsel, should now turn from the truth 
 she held to be priceless, and overturn the faith he 
 once sought to uphold. The husband was soon taken 
 very sick, and it was evident to the anxious wife that 
 the sickness was unto death. She pleaded with and 
 for the dying one that he might again confess Christ, 
 in whom he had once been so happy, but no relief 
 came to her distressed soul. One day the dying man 
 was heard to utter a faint cry, and his wife caught 
 the words, " Bring, bring." Thinking that he de- 
 sired a cooling drink, she brought him what she sup- 
 posed he wanted, but he waved his hand, and again 
 uttered the words, " Bring, bring." The wife was 
 at a loss to understand what could be the meaning, 
 when he, with a final struggle, as if he had gathered 
 all the remaining energy into one last effort, ex- 
 claimed : 
 
 "Bring forth the royal diadem 
 And crown him Lord of all." 
 
 And he departed to join that company that wait 
 that morning when the redeemed shall be gathered in. 
 
 All the Way My Saviour Leads Me 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by the Rev. Robert Lowry 
 
 "All the way my Saviour leads me; 
 What have I to ask beside?" 
 
 Fanny Crosby had been the recipient of a very 
 unexpected temporal blessing, and while seated in 
 her quiet room, meditating on the goodness of God 
 to^ her and all his ways, this hymn flashed into her 
 mind. It was written out and given to Robert 
 Lowry, who wrote the fine tune which has given it 
 wmgs, and carried it into millions of homes and 
 hearts. 
 
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 Awake, My Soul 
 
 Words by Joel Barlow Music by A. R. Reinagle 
 
 "Awake, my soul! to sound His praise, 
 Awake, my harp! to sing." 
 
 This is Joel Barlow's version of the io8th Psalm. 
 In 1785, by the request of the General Association 
 of Connecticut, he corrected and revised Watts' ver- 
 sion of the Psalms, supplying such as had been omit- 
 ted by Watts and adapting it to American thought 
 and requirement. 
 
 Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays 
 
 Words by Samuel Medley 
 
 "Awake, my soul, to joyful lays. 
 And sing thy great Redeemer's praise." 
 
 This hymn with its fervent, joyful tone, its 
 touching refrain and the peculiar old melody united 
 to it, has been greatly esteemed in this country in 
 days gone by. It first appeared in 1782, in Meyer's 
 collection of hymns for use of Lady Huntingdon's 
 church. Samuel Medley, the author of the hymn, 
 was visiting at the house of a Mr. Phillips in London, 
 and asked the daughter of his host to bring him 
 some paper and ink. With these he retired to his 
 room and presently came back with this hymn writ- 
 ten. Mr. Medley was pastor of a Baptist Church in 
 Liverpool for many years. He was born in 1738 
 and died 1799. 
 
 Close to Thee 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by S. J. Vail 
 
 "Thou my everlasting portion, 
 More than friend or life to me." 
 
 This is another popular hymn, written by Fanny 
 J. Crosby, and set to music by Silas Jones Vail, who 
 
362 Sankey's Story 
 
 was born at Southold, Long Island, N. Y., October 6, 
 181 8. He was a hatter by trade, but wrote a large 
 number of songs for Philip Phillips, who was the 
 first to publish any of Vail's compositions, among 
 which may be mentioned, " Gates Ajar," " Nothing 
 But Leaves," and " Scatter Seeds of Kindness." He 
 died in Brooklyn, N. Y., May 20, 1883. 
 
 The late Silas J. Vail, having composed this 
 tune, brought it to Fanny Crosby, and requested her 
 to write words for it. As he was playing it for her 
 on the piano, she said : " That refrain says : ' Close to 
 Thee; Close to Thee.'" Mr. Vail agreed that that 
 was true, and it was agreed that it should be a hymn 
 entitled '' Close to Thee." 
 
 Come, Ye Disconsolate 
 
 Words by Thomas Moore Music by Samuel Webbe 
 
 "Come ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish, 
 Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel." 
 
 Thomas Moore, of DubHn, the friend of Lord 
 Byron, wrote some thirty-two songs, published in 
 1848, which have been united to popular airs of var- 
 ious nations. *' Come, Ye Disconsolate " has minis- 
 tered to the soothing of many a troubled heart, and 
 often guided the weary soul to the mercy seat, where 
 alone the accusing conscience may lay its guilty bur- 
 den down and reaHze, " Earth has no sorrow that 
 heaven cannot heal." 
 
 Free from the Law 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Free from the law, oh, happy condition, 
 Jesus hath bled, and there is remission." 
 " What shall I give my husband for a Christmas 
 present?" asked Mrs. Bliss of a friend, just before 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 363 
 
 Christmas, 1871, and at the suggestion of this friend, 
 she purchased and presented Mr. BUss with a bound 
 volume of a monthly English periodical called 
 ** Things New and Old." From reading in this book 
 something in connection with Romans 8, and He- 
 brews 10, this glorious gospel song was suggested 
 to him. 
 
 Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah 
 
 Words by W. Williams Music by Wm. L. Viner 
 
 "Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, 
 Pilgrim through this barren land." 
 
 Written by William Williams, the sweet singer, 
 who was known as the " Watts of Wales." It was 
 first published in Welsh in 1745. Later it appeared 
 in English under the title, " A favorite hymn of Lady 
 Huntingdon's young collegians." 
 
 This hymn was one of the most popular in our 
 collection, when Mr. Moody and I were holding 
 meetings in Wales. 
 
 Hear the Call 
 
 Words by W. F. Sherwin Music by W. F. Sherwin 
 
 "Lo ! the day of God is breaking; 
 See the gleaming from afar !" 
 
 Mr. Sherwin was of great assistance in our meet- 
 ings in Boston in 1876. Early in his life Mr. Sher- 
 win manifested decided musical abilities, but being 
 a poor boy, he had to struggle hard to obtain the 
 instruction he so much desired. However, at the 
 age of fifteen he was the leader of a large chorus 
 choir. At twenty-five he was well-known at New 
 England musical conventions. He was brought up a 
 Congregationalist, but while having charge of the 
 
364 Sanke^s Story 
 
 music in a Baptist church in Albany, he adopted that 
 denomination. He was an ardent Sunday-school 
 worker, and had part in the preparation of many 
 hymn and song books for use in Sunday-schools and 
 in the temperance work. He was born in Buckland, 
 Mass., March 14, 1826, and died at his home in Dor- 
 chester, Mass., April 14, 1888. 
 
 Hold Thou My Hand 
 
 Words by Grace J. Frances Music by Hubert P. Main 
 
 "Hold Thou my hand: so weak I am and helpless, 
 I dare not take one step without Thy aid." 
 
 Written by Grace J. Frances, which is a nom de 
 plume of Fanny Crosby. Hubert P. Main wrote the 
 music. It became a great favorite of Mrs. C. H. 
 Spurgeon, who asked permission to republish it in 
 her collection of hymns. 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty 
 
 Words by Reginald Heber, D.D. Music by the Rev. John B. Dykes 
 
 "Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 
 Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;" 
 
 This majestic hymn was written by Bishop Heber, 
 who was born in Cheshire, England, 1783, and edu- 
 cated at Oxford. He served in the church at Hodnet 
 for about twenty years, when he was appointed Bishop 
 of Calcutta, East India. He wrote fifty-seven hymns, 
 which were published by his widow in 1842. Heber 
 died 1826 in the prime of his life. 
 
 The tune " Nicsea " was composed by Dr. John 
 Bacchus Dykes for this hymn, and is one of the best 
 of his compositions. Nicaea was the place in Asia 
 Minor where the first Ecumenical Council was held 
 in the year 325, and it was there that the doctrine of 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 365 
 
 the Holy Trinity was promulgated, declaring the eter- 
 nal sonship of Christ, and his equality with the father. 
 Dr. Dykes was born at Kingston-upon-Hull, in 
 1823 ; and was a graduate of Cambridge. He wrote 
 many excellent tunes, and did much to elevate the 
 congregational psalmody of England. He died 1876. 
 
 I am Thine, O LrOrd 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "I am Thine, O Lord, 
 I have heard Thy voice." 
 
 This popular and useful consecration hymn was 
 written by Fanny Crosby and set to music by W. H. 
 Doane, and has been largely adopted by Christian 
 Endeavor societies throughout this country and 
 Great Britain. 
 
 Fanny Crosby was visiting Mr. W. H. Doane, 
 in his home in Cincinnati, Ohio. They were talking 
 together about the nearness of God, as the sun was 
 setting and the evening shadows were gathering 
 around them. The subject so impressed the well- 
 known hymn-writer, that before retiring she had 
 written the words to this hymn, which has become 
 one of the most useful she has ever written. The 
 music by Mr. Doane so well fitted the words that the 
 hymn has become a special favorite wherever the 
 Gospel Hymns are known. 
 
 I Will Sing of My Redeemer 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by James McGranahan 
 
 "I will sing of my Redeemer, 
 And His wondrous love to me." 
 
 This beautiful hymn was written by P. P. Bliss 
 and set to music by James McGranahan, and is one 
 
2^66 Sankey's Story 
 
 of his most famous compositions. When Mr. BHss 
 so sadly met his death in the railroad disaster at Ash- 
 tabula, Ohio, December 29, 1876, Mr. McGranahan 
 was selected to take his place as evangelistic singer 
 in connection with Major Whittle, and much good 
 was accomplished through their united efforts. He 
 wrote much of the music in the Gospel Hymns, of 
 which he was one of the joint compilers. 
 
 I Will Sing the Wondrous Story- 
 Words by F. W. Rawley Music by Peter Bilhorn 
 
 "I will sing the wondrous story, 
 Of the Christ who died for me." 
 
 The words of this hymn were written by F. H. 
 Rawley, and the music by Peter Bilhorn, from whom 
 I secured it in 1887 for use in Gospel Hymns and 
 Sacred Songs and Solos. The hymn commenced in 
 its original form, '' Can't you sing the wondrous 
 story," from which I changed it to *7 will sing." 
 
 It was greatly blessed in our meetings in Aber- 
 deen, Glasgow, and other places in Great Britain, 
 many persons testifying to having been benefited by 
 its use. 
 
 In the Cross of Christ I Glory 
 
 Words by Sir John Bowring Music by Ithamar Conkey 
 
 "In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time." 
 
 Sir John Bowring, a native of Exeter, England, 
 is the author of this strengthening hymn. He was 
 nominally a Unitarian, but in fact he was a man who 
 lived and died possessed of a clear, strong evan- 
 
Used by Permi 
 
 WM. J. KIRKPATRICK 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 369 
 
 gelical faith in the virtue of the blood of the atone- 
 ment. Before he was sixteen he had mastered five 
 languages without the aid of a teacher. He was en- 
 gaged in the woolen trade with his father, but early 
 took to literary pursuits, and distinguished himself 
 therein. He was twice elected to Parliament. In 
 1828 the University of Groningen conferred upon 
 him the degree of LL. D. In 1845 he was appointed 
 English consul at Canton, China, and he finally be- 
 came Commander-in-Chief and Vice Admiral of 
 Hong Kong. He was knighted by the Queen in 1854. 
 He died in 1872, with peace in his heart and in the 
 hope of the resurrection of the just. On his tomb- 
 stone is inscribed, " In the Cross of Christ I Glory." 
 Sir John Bowring was one of the most remark- 
 able men of his day. He was born 1792, his father 
 being a manufacturer of woolen goods for China 
 and other distant countries. When only six years 
 of age Sir John had mastered six languages, and be- 
 fore long he knew no less than thirteen. At the age 
 of forty-three he was elected to the Parliament, and 
 after filling many positions of honor, both home and 
 abroad, he was knighted in 1854. He wrote many 
 excellent hymns, besides volumes of political, eco- 
 nomic and religious essays, which caused him to be- 
 come a member of nearly every learned society in 
 Europe. He lived to be over eighty years of age, 
 and died in peace and joyful hope of the resurrection. 
 On his tombstone may be found the first line of this, 
 his immortal hymn, 
 
 "In the cross of Christ I glory." 
 
 The tune " Rathbun," by Ithamar Conkey, of 
 New York City, fits the words splendidly. Mr. Con- 
 key was born 181 5. He was a noted bass singer, and 
 for a long time connected with the Calvary Church, 
 New York. He died 1867. 
 
370 Sankey^s Story 
 
 Jesus Saves 
 
 Words by Priscilla J. Owens Music by Wm. J. Kirkpatrick 
 
 "We have heard the joyful sound; 
 Jesus saves! Jesus saves!" 
 
 Mr. Kirkpatrick is a resident of Philadelphia, and 
 was associated with John R. Sweeney in the publica- 
 tion of several hymn-books. He is the author of 
 many popular hymns, '* Jesus saves," and ** Meekly 
 wait and murmur not," perhaps being the best known 
 of his compositions. Both of these hymns were ex- 
 tensively used in our meetings, and greatly blessed 
 to many souls. 
 
 Jewels 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. O. Gushing Music by G. F. Root 
 
 "When he cometh, when he cometh, 
 To make up his jewels." 
 
 This hymn was written by the Rev. W. O. Gush- 
 ing and set to music by G. F. Root, and is one of the 
 most popular children's hymns in the world. He 
 wrote many hymns for me, among the most popular 
 of which may be mentioned, '' Hiding in Thee " and 
 " There'll be no Dark Valley." 
 
 The Rev. William Orcott Gushing was born in 
 Hingham, Mass., 1823, and was converted while yet a 
 child. He entered the ministry, and continued therein 
 for many years, until he partly lost the power of 
 speech. This caused him to give up preaching, but 
 the prayer which he made, " Lord still give me some- 
 thing to do for thee ! " was wonderfully answered, 
 and he was permitted to write hymns for children, 
 many of which have been blessed to tens of thou- 
 sands throughout the world, whom his voice as a 
 preacher could never have reached. 
 
 " Jewels " takes rank with " Gome to the 
 
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 Saviour " and ** I am so glad that Jesus loves me," 
 two of the most popular children's hymns in the 
 world. The Rev. Mr. Gushing died 1902. 
 
 A minister returning from Europe on an EngUsh 
 steamer visited the steerage, and after some friendly 
 talk, proposed a singing service — if something could 
 be started that ''everybody " knew — for there were 
 hundreds of emigrants there from nearly every part 
 of Europe. 
 
 " It'll have to be an American tune, then," said 
 the steerage-master ; '* try ' His Jewels.' " 
 
 The minister struck out at once with the melody 
 and words — 
 
 "When he cometh, when he cometh," 
 
 and scores of the poor, half-fed multitude joined 
 voices with him. Many probably recognized the 
 music of the old glee, and some had heard the sweet 
 air played in the church steeples at home. Other 
 voices chimed in, male and female, catching the air 
 and sometimes the words — they were so easy and so 
 many times repeated — and the volume of song in- 
 creased, till the singing minister stood in the midst 
 of an international concert, the most novel that he 
 ever led. (Theron Brown's Story of the Hymns and 
 Tunes.) 
 
 George Frederick Root, Doctor of Music, the 
 author of the tune, was born in Sheffield, Mass., 1820, 
 and died 1895. 
 
 Knocking, Knocking 
 
 Words by Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe Music by George F. Root 
 
 "Knocking, knocking, who is there? 
 Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair!" 
 
 This hymn was written by Mrs. H. B. Stowe, the 
 well-known author of '* Uncle Tom's Gabin." Mrs. 
 Stowe wrote several hymns, but this is perhaps the 
 
372 Sankey^s Story 
 
 most popular. The tune was written by George F. 
 Root. 
 
 More Love to Thee, O Christ 
 
 Words by Mrs, Elizabeth Prentiss Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "More love to Thee, O Christ! 
 More love to Thee." 
 
 This favorite hymn was written by Mrs. Eliza- 
 beth Payson Prentiss, who was born in Portland, Me., 
 i8i8, and in 1845 became the wife of Rev. George 
 L. Prentiss, D. D., who afterward became Professor 
 of Theology at the Union Seminary, New York City. 
 The hymn was written in 1869, and first printed on 
 a fly-sheet. It became a useful revival hymn in the 
 years that followed. Mrs. Prentiss, who wrote many 
 well-known poems, was an invalid the greater part 
 of her life, and died in 1878. 
 
 The music was composed by W. H. Doane. 
 
 My Mother's Prayer 
 
 Words by T. C. O'Kane Music by T. C. O'Kane 
 
 "As I wandered round the homestead, 
 Many a dear familiar spot." 
 
 " My Mother's Prayer " was sung at nearly all 
 our temperance meetings, both in England and 
 America, and many souls were led to Christ by the 
 tender memories awakened by this hymn. It was 
 first pubHshed by Philip Phillips, in his book, " Dew 
 Drops." A minister writes the following: 
 
 " What our mothers sang to us when they put 
 us to sleep is singing yet. We may have forgotten 
 the words; but they went into the fiber of our soul, 
 and will forever be a part of it. It is not so much 
 what you formally teach your children as what you 
 
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 sing to them. A hymn has wings and can fly every- 
 whither. One hundred and fifty years after you are 
 dead, and ' Old MortaHty ' has worn out his chisel in 
 re-cutting your name on the tombstone, your great- 
 grandchildren will be singing the song which this 
 afternoon you sing to your little ones gathered about 
 your knee. There is a place in Switzerland where, 
 if you distinctly utter your voice, there come back 
 ten or fifteen echoes, and every Christian song sung 
 by a mother in the ear of her child shall have ten 
 thousand echoes coming back from all the gates of 
 heaven. Oh, if mothers only knew the power of this 
 sacred spell, how much oftener the little ones would 
 be gathered, and all our homes would chime with the 
 songs of Jesus ! " 
 
 My Prayer 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "More holiness give me. 
 More strivings within." 
 
 This hymn, perhaps one of the most beautiful of 
 all his compositions, was written by Mr. Bliss, 1873, 
 after he had given up his musical convention work 
 entirely and entered fully upon his lifework for the 
 Master. It seems that it was only after he had given 
 up everything and committed himself and all his gifts 
 to the Lord's service, that he was enabled to write 
 such a hymn as this. 
 
 Bliss called the hymn "My Prayer," but thou- 
 sands in every Christian land have made it their 
 prayer as well, and it will continue to voice a heart- 
 felt want of millions in years to come. 
 
 The hymn was a special favorite with Mr. 
 Moody, and was often quoted by him as a hymn that 
 would live in the church of God, while the children 
 of God continue to call upon his name in prayer. 
 
 Mr. BHss was at the time of his death a member 
 
374 Sankey^s Story 
 
 of the First Congregational Church of Chicago. The 
 pastor, the Rev. Dr. E. P. Goodwin, in an address on 
 the death of Mr. and Mrs. BHss, referred to the sing- 
 ing of this hymn as follows : ** On one of the last occa- 
 sions when he was with us, on a flying visit to our 
 city, made during his work as an evangelist, he came 
 in late one evening and sat at the rear of the church. 
 Espying him, I called him forward to sing the hymn, 
 ' My Prayer.* He struck the keys on the piano, 
 stooped forward, and, reading the words in the latter 
 part of the first verse, ' More joy in his service,' said 
 ' I do not think I can sing that as a prayer any more \ 
 it seems to me that I have as much joy in serving the 
 blessed Master as it is possible for me to bear.' " 
 
 Kear the Cross 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by W. H. Doane 
 
 "Jesus, keep me near the Cross, 
 There a precious fountain." 
 
 Like many other hymns by this author, the words 
 were written to a tune already composed by Mr. 
 Doane, and at his request. The words and tune are 
 remarkably well adapted to each other, and the hymn 
 will continue to be used long after many more pre- 
 tentious ones have been forgotten. 
 
 None of Self and All of Thee 
 
 Words by the Rev, Theo. Monod Music by James McGranahan 
 
 "Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow 
 That a time could ever be." 
 
 The words of this excellent hymn were written 
 by the Rev. Theodore Monod, of Paris, in whose 
 church we held meetings. Mr. Monod acted as inter- 
 preter for Mr. Moody. These meetings were well 
 
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 attended, and many professed conversion. As we left 
 Paris Mr. Moody remarked that if he was a young 
 man again he would give his life to France. 
 
 Nothing but the Blood of Jesus 
 
 Words by the Rev. Robert Lowry Music by the Rev. Robert Lowry 
 
 "What can wash away my stain? 
 Nothing but the blood of Jesus." 
 
 This very simple hymn was first introduced at a 
 camp meeting in Ocean Grove, N. J., where it imme- 
 diately took possession of the people. It has been 
 found very useful in inquiry and prayer-meetings. 
 
 O Child of God 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "O child of God, wait patiently 
 
 When dark thy path may be." 
 
 During the summer of 1886, Fanny Crosby was 
 my guest at Northfield. One day I composed this 
 tune, and said to her: 
 
 " Why not write a poem for this tune to-night? " 
 The spirit of poetry did not seem to be upon her, and 
 she answered: 
 
 " No, I cannot do it at present." The following 
 day we went for a drive, and expected her to go with 
 us, but to our astonishment, she asked to be excused, 
 saying that she had something she wished to do. 
 After we had gone, a number of students came in 
 and had a pleasant chat with Fanny Crosby, and after 
 they had gone she sat down at the piano and played 
 my tune over, and the words of the hymn came to 
 her as they now stand. Upon our return she hastened 
 to meet us, and recited the verses to me. Fanny 
 Crosby spent eight summers with us at Northfield, 
 and on a recent visit here she told me that some of 
 her happiest days were those at Northfield, and, re- 
 
378 Sankey's Story 
 
 ferring to this hymn, she said she knew that she had 
 been permitted to do a Httle good there. She also 
 told me that she knew that many a poor soul had 
 been comforted by this simple hymn. 
 
 O God, Our Help 
 
 Words by Isaac Watts Music by H. W. Greatorex 
 
 "O God, our help in ages past. 
 
 Our hope for years to come." 
 
 This is Watts' version of the 90th Psalm. Its 
 use has been universal, and is one of his best com- 
 positions. It has been translated into many lan- 
 guages. As written by Watts it began, " Our God." 
 This was changed by John Wesley to " O God, our 
 help," etc. 
 
 Only a Beam of Sunshine 
 
 Words by Fanny J. Crosby - Music by John R. Sweeney 
 
 "Only a beam of sunshine, but oh, it was warm and bright; 
 The heart of a weary trav'ler was cheered by its welcome 
 sight." 
 
 Fanny Crosby says : " It was a cold, rainy day, 
 and everything had gone wrong with me during the 
 morning. I realized that the fault was mine; but 
 that did not help the matter. About noon the sky 
 began to clear ; and a friend, standing near me said, 
 " There is only a beam of sunshine, but oh, it is warm 
 and bright;" and on the impulse of the moment I 
 wrote the hymn." 
 
 Only Remembered by What We Have Done 
 
 Words by Horatius Bonar Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Fading away like the stars of the morning, 
 Losing their light in the glorious sun." 
 
 Dr. Horatius Bonar, of Edinburgh, wrote the 
 words of this hymn, which I set to music in 1891, I 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 379 
 
 sang it as a solo in the Tabernacle in London at the 
 funeral of my friend, C. H. Spurgeon, the great Lon- 
 don preacher. 
 
 Precious Promise God Hath Given 
 
 Words by Nathaniel Niles Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Precious promise God hath given 
 To the weary passer by." 
 
 This well-known hymn was written by Mr. 
 Nathaniel Niles, a resident of Morristown, N. J., and, 
 at that time a lawyer in New York City. He was 
 born at South Kingston, R, I., 1835. The verses 
 were composed on the margin of a newspaper in the 
 railway car one morning while on his way to business. 
 The tune was written by P. P. Bliss, and published 
 in his Gospel Songs in 1874, and later furnished by 
 him for Gospel Hymns. I soon afterward published 
 it in Sacred Songs and Solos, in England, where it 
 became one of the most useful hymns in connection 
 with our meetings. Mr. Moody often requested it to 
 be sung in connection with his lectures on *'The Pre- 
 cious Promises." 
 
 Saviour, Like a Shepherd Lead Us 
 
 Words by Dorothy A. Thrupp Music by Wm, B. Bradbury 
 
 "Saviour, like a shepherd lead us. 
 Much we need Thy tend'rest care." 
 
 This beautiful little hymn is supposed to have 
 been written by Miss Dorothy A. Thrupp, and first 
 pubhshed in Miss Thrupp's Hymns for the Young, 
 in 1836. The music by which it is now so well known, 
 both in America and Great Britain, was written by 
 William Bradbury. It was much used in our meetings 
 as a congregational hymn in connection with the sub- 
 ject of the Good Shepherd. 
 
380 Sankeys Story 
 
 Saviour ! Visit Thy Plantation 
 
 Words by the Rev. John Newton Music (Rathbun) by Ithamar Conkey 
 "Saviour! visit Thy plantation; 
 Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain." 
 
 In his youth Mr. Newton was employed in plant- 
 ing lime and lemon trees on a plantation in Africa, 
 One day his master sneeringly said to him : " Who 
 knows but by the time these trees grow up and bear, 
 you may go home to England, obtain the command 
 of a ship, and return to reap the fruit of your 
 labors ? " John Newton really did return, in com- 
 mand of a ship, and with some hope of heaven in his 
 heart, and saw the trees he had planted grown up 
 and bearing fruit. 
 
 At the age of eleven he went to sea with his 
 father. He drifted away from his pious mother's 
 teachings and grew into an abandoned and Godless 
 sailor. He was flogged as a deserter from the navy, 
 and for fifteen months he lived, half-starved and ill- 
 treated, on the above mentioned plantation, under a 
 slave-dealer. His Christian belief matured while in 
 command of a slave-ship. He soon became an ardent 
 worker for Christ. In 1805, when no longer able to 
 read his text, his reply when pressed to discontinue 
 preaching, was : " What, shall the old African blas- 
 phemer stop while he can speak?" He was a Hfe- 
 long friend of the great hymn-writer, William Cow- 
 per, and himself wrote a large number of hymns. 
 
 " Saviour, Visit Thy Plantation " is usually sung 
 to the tune " Rathbun," written by Ithamar Conkey. 
 
 Sun of My Soul 
 
 Words by John Keble Music by Peter Ritter, 1798 
 
 "Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
 It is not night if Thou be near." 
 
 This is taken from Mr. John Keble's evening 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 381 
 
 hymn, which originally consisted of fourteen verses 
 and was published in '* The Christian Year " in 1827. 
 It was based upon the words found in Luke 24: 29, 
 " Abide with us ; for it is toward evening and the day 
 is far spent." Keble was born in Gloucestershire, 
 1792, and died in 1866. 
 
 The old English tune to which the hymn is sung 
 was written in 1798. 
 
 Sweet Hour of Prayer 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. W, Walford Music by Wm. B. Bradbury 
 
 "Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer! 
 That calls me from a world of care." 
 
 This most useful hymn was set to music by Wil- 
 liam Batchelder Bradbury. He was born in October 
 6, 1816, and died in New Jersey, January 7, 1868. He 
 published a large number of Sunday-school hymn- 
 books, which had a very large circulation in the 
 United States. 
 
 When quite a young man, I attended a musical 
 convention conducted by Mr. Bradbury in the State 
 of Ohio, and there received my first impressions as 
 to the power of sacred song. 
 
 Take Time to be Holy 
 
 Words by W, D. Longstaff Music by Geo. C. Stebbins 
 
 "Take time to be holy. 
 Speak oft with thy Lord." 
 
 Mr. Longstafif, of Sunderland, England, wrote 
 this hymn after hearing a sermon at New Brighton 
 on " Be ye holy as I am holy." " Take Time to be 
 Holy " was first published in Gospel Hymns and 
 Sacred Songs and Solos, in 1891. It has been much 
 used in holiness-meetings, both in this country and 
 Great Britain. Mr. Longstaff was the treasurer of 
 
382 Sankey's Story 
 
 Bethesda Chapel, in Sunderland, when we held our 
 first meetings in that town, and was the first one to 
 write anything in relation to our meetings in Great 
 Britain. 
 
 Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand 
 
 Words by Henry Alford, D.D. Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment 
 
 bright, 
 The armies of the ransomed saints, throng up the steeps 
 of light." 
 
 This is considered the best of Dean Alford's 
 hymns. It was written in 1866 and published in the 
 " Year of Praise " in 1867. Beside the open grave 
 of the author, January 17, 1871, the hymn was sung 
 with intense emotion by his sorrowing friends. 
 
 The Anchored Soul 
 
 Words by the Rev. W. O. Gushing Music by the Rev. Robert Lowry 
 
 The words of this hymn were written by the Rev. 
 W. O. Gushing, and the music by the Rev. Robert 
 Lowry. It has become very popular among sailors 
 and seafaring men. 
 
 The Eye of Faith 
 
 Words by the Rev. J. J. Maxfield Music by W. A. Ogden 
 
 "I do not ask for earthly store 
 Beyond a day's supply." 
 
 This was a favorite hymn of Mr. Moody during 
 our last campaign in Scotland. As we went from 
 place to place the choirs which had sung at our meet- 
 ings would often gather at the stations and sing this 
 and other hymns at our parting. 
 
 The words were written by Dr. J. J. Maxfield, 
 and the music by W. A. Ogden. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 383 
 
 The Half Was Never Told 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "Repeat the story o'er and o'er, 
 Of grace, so full and free." 
 
 This was suggested to Mr. Bliss by his reading 
 notes, written by his friend and sometime fellow- 
 laborer in gospel work, James M. Brookes, of St. 
 Louis, upon the Queen of Sheba's visit to King Solo- 
 mon. This was one of my most popular solos. 
 
 The Handwriting on the Wall 
 
 Words and Music by Knowles Shaw Arr. by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "At the feast of Belshazzar and a thousand of his lords, 
 While they drank from golden vessels, as the Book of 
 Truth records." 
 
 This hymn was written by Knowles Shaw on the 
 experience of King Belshazzar of Babylon. I ar- 
 ranged it to music from a tune written by the author 
 of the words, and frequently sang it as a solo. 
 
 The Light of the World is Jesus 
 
 Words by P. P. Bliss Music by P. P. Bliss 
 
 "The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin. 
 The light of the world is Jesus." 
 
 Both the words and music of this hymn were 
 written by P. P. Bliss in the summer of 1875, ^^ ^^^ 
 home in Chicago. It came to him altogether, words 
 and music, one morning while passing through the 
 hall to his room, and was at once written down. 
 
 The Lily of the Valley 
 
 Words by C. W. Fry Arr. by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "I've found a friend in Jesus, — 
 He's everything to me." 
 
 A young Jewess had been converted in London 
 
384 Sankey's Story 
 
 through her German governess. She had been for- 
 bidden to read the New Testament by her parents, 
 who were ardent Jews; but while reading Isaiah 53 
 she found the Messiah, and was soon expelled from 
 her home. She then went to Germany, and herself 
 acted as governess for several years. When she 
 heard of Mr. Moody's work at Northfield, she de- 
 cided to go there. Having been entertained in Lon- 
 don for a few weeks by Mr. Denny, a prominent lay- 
 man, this gentleman asked me one day in London, as 
 I was about to sail for America, if I would see her 
 safely across the ocean, which I promised to do. In 
 Louisville she first saw Mr. Moody. On leaving 
 Louisville she went to New York and applied to the 
 Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions for appoint- 
 ment as a foreign missionary. There being some 
 delay in accepting her application, she decided to go 
 with the Rev. Hudson Taylor, whom she had met at 
 Northfield. On arriving in China, she adopted the 
 garb of the Chinese women, and became a faithful 
 and useful worker. After two years she was mar- 
 ried to a missionary from Scotland. They are still 
 engaged in missionary work in Northern China. 
 
 " Auntie, please sing * Lily of the Valley,' said 
 a little girl of six, as she stood by the piano in com- 
 pany with a number of other children on a Sunday 
 evening. In a few minutes all present were singing: 
 
 **I've found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me; 
 He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;" 
 
 and the little one, who knew only the chorus, joined 
 in heartily with the rest, her clear voice ringing out 
 sweetly amid those of the older children. When her 
 auntie would play on the piano she would always 
 run to her and beg for one or another of her favorite 
 
Of the Gospel Hyvt7is 387 
 
 hymns, but her favorite was, "Lily of the Valley," 
 and she never tired of hearing it. The following 
 winter was a very severe one, and this little girl was 
 stricken with diphtheria. Nothing would soothe her 
 but to have her mother sing to her. Over and over 
 again the mother would sing all the songs she knew, 
 but specially " The Lily of the Valley." One morn- 
 ing, soon after dawn, the child seemed to be a little 
 brighter, and tried to raise her hand, as though she 
 wished to speak. Tenderly the mother asked what 
 she wanted and the girl whispered, " Sing ' The Lily 
 of the Valley * once more." With tears streaming 
 down her cheeks the mother attempted to sing the 
 first verse and the chorus. A smile broke over the 
 little one's face, and as her head dropped back on 
 the pillow her spirit went out into the bosom of Him, 
 who is indeed the " Lily of the Valley and the fairest 
 of ten thousand." Bitter indeed were their tears 
 when they realized that their darling was no more; 
 but their sorrow was lightened by the knowledge that 
 she was free from pain, and they will always treasure 
 with her memory the hymn she loved so well. 
 
 Mr. Fry is one of the leaders of the Salvation 
 Army in London. In addition to writing the words, 
 he also set the hymn to music, and later arranged it 
 to slower time and published it in Gospel Hymns. 
 
 The Morning Land 
 
 Words by Eilen K. Bradford Music by E. H. Phelps (Arr. by Ira D. Sankey) 
 
 "'Some day/ we say, and turn our eyes 
 Toward the fair hills of Paradise." 
 
 This hymn was written by the author of the 
 music of ''Over the Line," and first published in 
 sheet form in England, where I found it, and by per- 
 
388 Sankefs Story 
 
 mission of the publishers arranged it for use in the 
 "Sacred Songs and Solos" and "Gospel Hymns." 
 It has been sung as a duet at funerals all over the 
 world. 
 
 The Wondrous Cross 
 
 Words by Isaac Watts, Arr. Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "When I survey the wondrous cross 
 On which the Prince of Glory died." 
 
 This beautiful hymn was founded on Paul's word 
 in Gal. 6 : 14, " God forbid that I should glory, save 
 in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ." 
 
 The author occupies one of the highest positions 
 among all the hymn writers who ever lived. Wesley 
 and Watts stand on the highest pedestal of fame to- 
 gether. Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and 
 was born at Southampton, 1674. He belonged to a 
 family of nonconformists, who were very pious and 
 godly people. He was educated by a clergyman in 
 his home city, and later by an Independent minister 
 in London. He became minister to an Independent 
 congregation in London, where he continued to 
 preach for fourteen years. In the year 1712 he paid 
 a visit to some friends in Hertfordshire, for the pur- 
 pose of regaining his health, which, on account of 
 excessive study, had suffered. While here Sir 
 Thomas and Lady Abney became so interested in him 
 and took such a liking to him that they insisted upon 
 his staying with them in their beautiful home. He 
 accepted their kind offer, and for thirty-six years he 
 lived in their house, being a constant source of joy 
 and blessing to his benefactors. It was here he wrote 
 many of the most useful and popular hymns now 
 used by the Christian churches throughout the world. 
 He died 1748. Just before passing away he said: 
 *'If God has no more service for me to do through 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 389 
 
 grace, I am ready; it is a great mercy to me that I 
 have no manner of fear or dread of death. I could, 
 if God please, lay my head back and die without alarm 
 this afternoon or night. My chief supports are from 
 my view of eternal things, and my sins are pardoned 
 through the blood of Jesus Christ." In this happy 
 frame of mind the great hymnist entered into his last 
 rest. 
 
 At least a score of difl^erent melodies have been 
 written to the words, but Lowell Mason's " Ham- 
 burg " is no doubt the most popular. 
 
 Till He Come 
 
 Words by the Rev. E. H. Bickersteth Music by Dr. Lowell Mason 
 
 "'Till He comer oh, let the word 
 Linger on the trembling chords." 
 
 The author, the Rev. E. H. Bickersteth, says this 
 hymn was written to present one aspect of the Lord's 
 Supper which is passed over in many hymnals, *'Ye 
 do show forth the Lord's death till He come." 
 
 'Tis Midnight 
 
 Words by Wm. B. Tappan Music by Virgil C. Taylor 
 
 " 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow 
 The star is dimm'd that lately shone." 
 
 The author of the words of this hymn, William 
 Bingham Tappan, was born at Beverly, Mass., Octo- 
 ber 29, 1794. He was a Congregational minister 
 and was engaged for many years in the service of 
 the American Sunday-school Union. The hymn was 
 first published in the author's " Gems of Sacred 
 Poetry," in 1822, under the title, " Gethsemane." 
 Mr. Tappan died in his native state in 1849. 
 
 The music to which the hymn is usually sung 
 was written by Virgil C. Taylor. 
 
390 Sankefs Story 
 
 We Shall Meet By and By 
 
 Words by the Rev. J. Atkinson Music by Hubert P. Main 
 
 "We shall meet beyond the river, by and by, by and by; 
 And the darkness shall be over, by and by, by and by." 
 
 John Atkinson, D. D., a Methodist minister, 
 wrote this hymn on the death of his mother, in 1867. 
 This is another instance of a hymn being written out 
 of a deep and special heart-felt experience, and like 
 gold, the best comes from the greatest depth. 
 
 We Shall Sleep, but Not Forever 
 
 Words by Mrs. M. A. Kidder Music by S. J. Vail 
 
 "We shall sleep, but not forever. 
 There will be a glorious dawn." 
 
 Mrs. Kidder is believed to be the author of 
 about one thousand hymns, some of which have be- 
 come very popular. I set a number of her pieces to 
 music. This hymn and, " Is my name written there ? " 
 are perhaps her most widely known compositions. 
 She died in Chelsea, Mass., November 25, 1905, in 
 her eighty-sixth year. 
 
 While the Days are Going By 
 
 Words by George Cooper Music by Ira D. Sankey 
 
 "There are lonely hearts to cherish, 
 While the days are going by." 
 
 This, one of the most popular hymns to which I 
 have set music, was written by George Cooper. I 
 found it as a poem in a periodical in 1881, and imme- 
 diately wrote the chorus and composed the tune. It 
 has been much used and greatly blessed in Gospel 
 meetings. 
 
Of the Gospel Hymns 391 
 
 Work, for the Night is Coming 
 
 Words by A. L. Walker Music by T)r. Lowell Mason 
 
 "Work, for the night is coming, 
 Work through the morning hours." 
 
 This splendid work-hymn was written by Anna 
 L. Walker, a resident of Canada, and first published 
 in her " Poems," in 1868. It was suggested to her 
 by the words of Jesus : " The night cometh, when no 
 man can work." The music was written by Dr. 
 Lowell Mason. It was often used in our meetings 
 both in Great Britain and America. 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
INDEX OF AUTHORS 
 
 A. 
 
 Adams, Sarah F 226 
 
 Akerman, h. E 234 
 
 Alexander, Cecil F 319 
 
 Alford, Henry 382 
 
 Atchison, J. B 211, 231 
 
 Atkinson, J 390 
 
 B. 
 
 Bachelor, Mary A 160 
 
 Bailey, Mrs. Urania Locke 302 
 
 Baker, Henry W 129 
 
 Baker, Miss M. A 252 
 
 Baring-Gould, S 244 
 
 Barlow, Joel 361 
 
 Baxter, Mrs. Lydia 298 
 
 Bennett, S. Fillmore 285 
 
 Bickersteth, E. H. 3^9 
 
 Bilhorn, Peter P 287, 366 
 
 Black, J. M 340 
 
 Bliss, P. P., 124, 140, 150, 160, 163, 164, 167, 180, 190, 
 
 198, 210, 216, 256, 293, 321, 331, 336, 339, 344, 346, 
 
 347, 362, 365, 373, 379, 383. 
 
 Bonar, Horatius 332, 350, 378 
 
 Bowring, Sir John 366 
 
 Bradbury, W. B 130, 159, 165, 201, 208, 316, 379 
 
 Bradford, Ellen K 248, 387 
 
 Brainard, Mary G 165 
 
 Brown, Mary 183 
 
 Buell, Hattie E 294 
 
 C. 
 
 Callahan, Jeremiah J 119 
 
 Campbell, Emma 202 
 
 Carey, Henry 221 
 
 Carey, Phoebe 241 
 
 395 
 
396 Index of Authors 
 
 Charlesworth, V. J ii8 
 
 Clephane, Elizabeth 296, 304 
 
 Cluff, S. O'Maley 178 
 
 Codner, Mrs. Elizabeth I59 
 
 Conkey, Ithamar , 366, 380 
 
 Converse, Charles C 2,ZZ 
 
 Cooper, George 390 
 
 Cornelius, Maxwell N 280 
 
 Cousin, Mrs. A. R 283 
 
 Cowper, William , 318 
 
 Crosby, Fanny J., 136, 150, 238, 242, 250, 257, 263, 271, 
 
 274, 325, 360, 36s, 374, Z77. 
 Cushing, W. O I35» i6o, 167, 228, 260, 320, 330, 370, 382 
 
 D. 
 
 Demarest, Mary Lee 217 
 
 Doane, W. H., 142, 242, 250, 257, 263, 274, 292, 325, 365, 
 yj^, 374 
 
 Doudney, Sarah 295 
 
 Duffield, George 283 
 
 Dykes, John B 209, 364 
 
 E. 
 
 Edmeston, J 155 
 
 Edson, Lewis 129 
 
 Elliott, Charlotte 208 
 
 Englebrecht, J. C 317 
 
 Excell, E. O * 211 
 
 F. 
 
 Fawcett, John 139 
 
 Frances, Grace J 364 
 
 Frank, Wilhelm 152 
 
 Fischer, W. G 184, 344 
 
 Fry, C. W 383 
 
 G. 
 
 Gates, Ellen M. H 154, 176 
 
 Gilmore, Joseph H 165 
 
 Gordon, A. J 224 
 
 Grannis, S. M 166 
 
Index of Authors 397 
 
 Grape, John T 121 
 
 Goreh, Elien Lakshmi i88 
 
 Gould, J. E 207 
 
 Greatorex, H. W 378 
 
 H. 
 
 Hall, Mrs. Elvina M 121 
 
 Halls, R. G 238 
 
 Hamilton, Eliza H 288 
 
 Hammond, E. P 277 
 
 Hankey, Miss Kate 184, 292 
 
 Hanna, Mrs. lone T 217 
 
 Harmer, S. Y 259 
 
 Hartsough, Lewis 181 
 
 Hastings, Horace L 276 
 
 Hastings, Dr. Thomas 261 
 
 Havergal, Frances R 291 
 
 Hawks, Annie S 187 
 
 Hearn, Marianne 331 
 
 Heber, R 212 
 
 Herbert, Annie ^ 339 
 
 Holden, Oliver 237, 359 
 
 Hopper, Edward 207 
 
 Hudson, R. E 131 
 
 J. 
 Johnson, Mrs. James G 141 
 
 K. 
 
 Keble, John 380 
 
 Keith, G 177 
 
 Ken, Thomas 152 
 
 Kidder, Mrs. M. A 390 
 
 Kirkpatrick, William J 370 
 
 Knapp, Mrs. Joseph F 136 
 
 lyowry, Robert, 132, 160, 187, 228, 240, 279, 302, 341, 360, 
 Z77> 382. 
 
 Luke, Mrs. Jemima 317 
 
 Luther, Martin 117 
 
398 Index of Authors 
 
 Luther, C. C 216 
 
 Lyte, H. F 120 
 
 M. 
 
 McDonald, William 259 
 
 McGranahan 126, 141, 147, 276, 280, 293, 330, 365, 374 
 
 Mackay, Mrs. Margaret 130 
 
 March, Daniel 166 
 
 Marsh, Simeon B 194 
 
 Main, Hubert P 148, 390 
 
 Mason, Lowell 212, 222, 226, 318, 324, 391 
 
 Maxfield, J. J 382 
 
 Medley, Samuel 361 
 
 Mills, Mrs. Elizabeth 335 
 
 Monk, William H 120 
 
 Monod, Theo 374 
 
 Moody, May Whittle 212 
 
 Moore, Thomas 362 
 
 Mote, Edward 316 
 
 N. 
 
 Nageli, H. G 139 
 
 Neale, J. M 129 
 
 Needham, George C , 315 
 
 Nelson, David 313 
 
 Newman, John H 209 
 
 Newton, John 380 
 
 Nicholson, James 344 
 
 Niles, Nathaniel 379 
 
 Norton, Nathaniel 146 
 
 O. 
 
 Oakey, Emily S 336 
 
 Ogden, W. A 382 
 
 O'Kane, T. C 239, zi^ 
 
 Owens, Priscilla J 370 
 
 P. 
 
 Palmer, H. R 143, 252, 351 
 
 Palmer, Ray 222 
 
 Pennefather, Mrs 232 
 
Index of Authors 399 
 
 Perkins, T. E 150, 202 
 
 Perronet, E 359 
 
 Pheips, E. H 248, 387 
 
 Phelps, S. D 279 
 
 Phillips, Philip 176, 238, 241 
 
 Portogallo, M 177 
 
 Prentiss, Mrs. Elizabeth 372 
 
 Presbrey, O. F 231 
 
 Proctor, James ..,.". 189 
 
 R. 
 
 Rankin, J. E 162 
 
 Rawley, F. N 366 
 
 Reed, Eliza 345 
 
 Reinagle, A. R 361 
 
 Rexford, Eben 359 
 
 Rice, Elihu 276 
 
 Ritter, Peter 380 
 
 Robinson, R 144 
 
 Root, George F 145, 260, 313, 370, 371 
 
 Rounsefell, Carrie E 183 
 
 S. 
 
 Safford, H. G IQO 
 
 Sammis, J. H 326 
 
 Sankey, Ira D., 118, 167, 178, 189, 193, 232, 247, 283, 288, 
 291, 295, 296, 301, 303, 304, 31S, 320, 329, 330, 332, 
 339, 350, 359, 377, 378, 382, 383, 388, 390. 
 
 Scriven, Joseph 333 
 
 Shaw, Knowles 383 
 
 Sherwin, William F 135, 363 
 
 Sleeper, W. T 348 
 
 Small, J. G 192 
 
 Smith, Mrs. Albert 275 
 
 Smith, S. F 221, 324 
 
 Spafford, H. G iQO 
 
 Stebbins, George C., 146, 155, 188, 192, 216, 271, 277, 319, 
 335, 348, 381. 
 
 Stevenson, J i50 
 
 Stennett, Samuel 239 
 
 Stiles, E. P 135,329 
 
 Stockton, J. H 242 
 
 Stowe, Mrs. Harriet Beecher 37i 
 
 Sullivan, A. S 244 
 
400 Index of Authors 
 
 Sumner, John B 294 
 
 Sweney, John R 135, 378 
 
 T. 
 
 Taylor, Georgiana M 238 
 
 Taylor, Virgil C 389 
 
 Thrupp, Dorothy A 379 
 
 Tomer, W. G 162 
 
 Toplady, A. M 261 
 
 Towner, D. B 326 
 
 U. 
 Ufford, E. S 322 
 
 V. 
 Vail, Silas J 234, 275, 298, 361, 39° 
 
 W. 
 
 Warner, Anna B 201, 240 
 
 Walker, A. L 39i 
 
 Walford, W. W 381 
 
 Walker, Mary J 193 
 
 Watts, Isaac 131, 375, 388 
 
 Webb, G. J 283 
 
 Webbe, Samuel 362 
 
 Webster, Joseph P 285 
 
 Wesley, Charles 129, 150, 194, 237 
 
 Whittle, D. W 142, 147, 212 
 
 Williams, W 363 
 
 Witter, W. E I43 
 
 Woodbury, I. B 119, 167 
 
 Wyeth, John 144 
 
 Y. 
 Yates, John H. 301, 302 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS 
 
INDEX OF HYMNS 
 
 Titles in Smai,l Capitals. First lines in Roman. 
 
 A. 
 
 A Mighty Fortress 117 
 
 A ruler once came to Jesus by night 347 
 
 A Shelter in the Time of Storm 118 
 
 A Sinner Forgiven 119 
 
 A Song of Heaven and Homeland 359 
 
 Abide With Me 120 
 
 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ? 131 
 
 All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name 359 
 
 All to Christ I Owe 121 
 
 All the Way My Saviour Leads Me 360 
 
 Almost Persuaded 124 
 
 Are You Coming Home To-Night 126 
 
 Arise, My Soul, Arise 129 
 
 Art Thou Weary? 129 
 
 Asleep in Jesus 130 
 
 At the Cross 131 
 
 Awake, My Soul 361 
 
 B. 
 
 Beautiful River 132 
 
 Beautiful Valley of Eden 135 
 
 Beneath the Cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand.. 296 
 
 Beulah Land 135 
 
 Blest Be the Tie That Binds 139 
 
 Blessed Assurance 136 
 
 Brightly beams our Father's mercy 210 
 
 Brother, art thou worn and weary 147 
 
 C. 
 
 Calling Now 140 
 
 Close to Thee 361 
 
 Come 141 
 
 403 
 
404 Index of Hymns 
 
 CoM^ BELIEVING 141 
 
 Come, every soul by sin oppressed 242 
 
 Come, Great Deliverer, Come 142 
 
 Come, Sinner, Come 142 
 
 Come, Thou Fount 144 
 
 Come to the Saviour i45 
 
 Come Unto Me 146 
 
 Come Unto Me, and Rest 147 
 
 Come Ye Disconsolate 362 
 
 Consecration 148 
 
 D. 
 
 Dare to Be a Daniel 150 
 
 Dark is the Night 150 
 
 Depth oe Mercy 150 
 
 Do you see the Hebrew captive kneeling 346 
 
 Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go 160 
 
 Down life's dark vale we wander 339 
 
 DoxoLOGY 152 
 
 Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine 212 
 
 E. 
 
 Eternity 154 
 
 Even Me 159 
 
 Evening Prayer 154 
 
 F. 
 
 Follow On 160 
 
 Free from the Law 362 
 
 From Greeland's icy mountains 222 
 
 From the riven Rock there floweth 315 
 
 G. 
 
 Go Bury Thy Sorrow 160 
 
 God Be With You 162 
 
 Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah 363 
 
 H. 
 Hallelujah, 'tis Done 163 
 
Index of Hymns 405 
 
 Hallelujah, What a Saviour 164 
 
 Hark ! the voice of Jesus crying— 155 
 
 Have you on the Lord believed? .' 216 
 
 Hi; Knows ^^ 
 
 He Leadeth Me jS 
 
 Here Am I, Send Me .*.*.*.* Tfi6 
 
 Hiding in Thee '.!*.!!!!!!!!!!! 167 
 
 Ho! my comrades, see the signal' ..*.*!.*.'.'.'.*.*.*.*.*.* 168 
 
 Ho! Reapers op Life's Harvest 167 
 
 Hold the Fort " rm 
 
 Hold Thou My Hand "54 
 
 Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty *.*.!.'.'.'.*.'.*.*.* \^a 
 
 Home of the Soul "176 
 
 How Firm a Foundation *.*,*,.,.*.,'.,*,',.!*[ 177 
 
 I. 
 
 I am far frae my hame, an' Fm weary aften-whiles . . . . 217 
 
 1 Am Praying for You 173 
 
 I am so glad that our Father in heaven *.*.*'.*.*.*.*. loS 
 
 I am Thine, O Lord \ '5^ 
 
 I feel like singing all the time 277 
 
 I Gave My Life for Thee '..'.'.WW'." 180 
 
 I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory ...*.*.*.*.'!*.' 178 
 
 I have read of a beautiful city * * * ' 2^1 
 
 I hear the Saviour sav 121 
 
 I Hear Thy Welcome Voice ...*.***.'*.**.'*.'.'**.*.*"."** 181 
 I know not the hour when my Lord will* come*. '.".'.*.*.'. *. 203 
 
 1 know not what awaits me i6e 
 
 I Love to Tell the Story W 184 
 
 I Need Thee Every Hour !..*.*.'.*.*."."** 187 
 
 I think when I read that sweet story of old .!!!!!!!!.* 317 
 
 I will sing the wondrous story 366 
 
 I will sing of my Redeemer ! [ ! [ 365 
 
 I will sing you a song of that beautiful land ...*.'.'.'.'.*** 176 
 
 III Go Where Thou Wouldst I Should Go 183 
 
 In the Christian's home in glory 259 
 
 In the Cross of Christ I Glory .*!.*.*.'.'.*.'.'!.'.! 366 
 
 In the land of strangers o-y^ 
 
 In the Secret of His Presence '.!!*.*.!!!! 188 
 
 It Is Finished * i8q 
 
 It Is Well With My Soul !1 ! 1!!!!!!!!'.!!'.!! 190 
 
 It may not be on the mountain's height 183 
 
 I've Found a Friend iq2 
 
 I've reached the land of corn and wine 135 
 
4o6 Index of Hymns 
 
 I 
 
 Jesus, I Will Trust Thee i93 
 
 Jesus, Lover of My Soul 194 
 
 Jesus Loves Even Me 198 
 
 Jesus Loves Me 201 
 
 Jesus my Lord, to Thee I cry 287 
 
 Jesus of Nazareth Passeth By 202 
 
 Jesus Saves 37o 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, Pilot Me! 205 
 
 jEw^ELS 370 
 
 Just as I Am 208 
 
 K. 
 Knocking, Knocking 371 
 
 L. 
 
 Lead, Kindly Light 209 
 
 Let the Lower Lights Be Burning 210 
 
 Let the Saviour In 211 
 
 Let us gather up the sunbeams 275 
 
 Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at hand 256 
 
 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 159 
 
 Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole 344 
 
 M. 
 
 "Man of Sorrows," what a name! 164 
 
 Master, the tempest is raging 252 
 
 Missionary Hymn 212 
 
 Moment by Moment 212 
 
 More Love to Thee, O Christ 372 
 
 More to Follow 216 
 
 Must I Go, and Empty-Handed 216 
 
 My Ain Countrie 217 
 
 My Country, 'Tis of Thee 221 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by 313 
 
 My Faith Looks Up to Thee 222 
 
 My Father is rich in houses and lands 294 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less 316 
 
 My Jesus, I Love Thee 224 
 
 My Mother's Prayer 381 
 
 My Prayer 373 
 
Index of Hymns 407 
 
 N. 
 
 Near the Cross 363 
 
 Nearer, My God, to Thee 226 
 
 No Hope in Jesus 228 
 
 Not Half Has Ever Been Told 231 
 
 Not now, but in the coming years 280 
 
 Not Now, My Child 232 
 
 Nothing But Leaves 234 
 
 Nothing but the blood of Jesus yjl 
 
 Nothing, either great or small i8q 
 
 None of self and all of Thee 361 
 
 O. 
 
 O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head 283 
 
 O Child of God 2!?7 
 
 O God, Our Help , 378 
 
 O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing 237 
 
 O hear my cry, be gracious now to me 142 
 
 O safe to the Rock that is higher than I 167 
 
 O what a Saviour that He died for me 330 
 
 O word of words the sweetest 141 
 
 Oh ! do not let the Word depart 345 
 
 Oh ! tender and sweet was the Master's voice 248 
 
 Oh, the clanging bells of Time ! 154 
 
 Oh, to Be Nothing 238 
 
 Oh, to have no Christ, no Saviour 228 
 
 Oh, What Are You Going to Do? 238 
 
 On Jordan's Stormy Banks 239 
 
 Once again the Gospel message 141 
 
 One More Day's Work for Jesus 240 
 
 One Sweetly Solemn Thought 241 
 
 Only a Beam of Sunshine 378 
 
 Only a Step to Jesus 242 
 
 Only Remembered by What We Have Done 378 
 
 Only Trust Him 242 
 
 Onward, Christian Soldiers 244 
 
 Our life is like a stormy sea 301 
 
 Out of the Shadow-Land 247 
 
 Over the Line , , , 248 
 
 P. 
 
 Pass Me Not 250 
 
 Peace! Be Still! 252 
 
4o8 Index of Hymns 
 
 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 152 
 
 Pull for thb Shore 256 
 
 R. 
 
 Rejoice! Rejoice! Our King is coming 301 
 
 Rescue the Perishing 257 
 
 Rest for the Weary 259 
 
 Ring the Bells of Heaven 260 
 
 Rock of Ages 261 
 
 a 
 
 Safe in the Arms of Jesus 263 
 
 Saved by Grace 271 
 
 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing 155 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us 379 
 
 Saviour, More Than Life 274 
 
 Saviour, Thy dying love 279 
 
 Saviour, Visit Thy Plantation 373 
 
 Scatter Seeds of Kindness 275 
 
 Shall we gather at the river ? 132 
 
 Shall We Meet? 276 
 
 Shall You ? Shall I ? 276 
 
 Simply trusting every day 329 
 
 Sing them over again to me 347 
 
 Singing All the Time 2rn 
 
 Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest 295 
 
 Some day the silver cord will break 271 
 
 Some one will enter the pearly gate 276 
 
 Something for Jesus 279 
 
 Sometime We'll Understand 280 
 
 Sowing the seed by the daylight fair 336 
 
 Stand Up for Jesus 283 
 
 Standing by a purpose true 150 
 
 Substitution 283 
 
 Sun of My Soul 380 
 
 Sweet By-and-By 285 
 
 Sweet Hour of Prayer 381 
 
 Sweet Peace, the Gift of God's LovE ,,,.,.. 287 
 
 T. 
 
 Take Me as I Am 288 
 
 Take my life, and let it be 148 
 
 Take Time to be Holy 381 
 
Index of Hymns 409 
 
 T^L It Out 291 
 
 Tell Me the Old, Old Story 292 
 
 Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand 382 
 
 That Will Be Heaven for Me 293 
 
 The Anchored Soul 382 
 
 The Child of a King ! 294 
 
 The Christian's Good-Night 295 
 
 The Cross of Jesus 296 
 
 The Eye of Faith 382 
 
 The Gate Ajar for Me 298 
 
 The Half was Never Told 383 
 
 The Handwriting on the Wall 383 
 
 The Harbor Bell 301 
 
 The King is Coming! 301 
 
 The Light of the World is Jesus 383 
 
 The lyiLY of the Valley 383 
 
 The Lord's Our Rock, in Him we hide 118 
 
 The Mistakes of My Life 302 
 
 The Model Church 3P3 
 
 The Morning Land 387 
 
 The Ninety and Nine 304 
 
 The Shining Shore 313 
 
 The Smitten Rock 315 
 
 The Solid Rock 316 
 
 The Sweet Story of Old 317 
 
 The Wondrous Cross 388 
 
 There comes to my heart one sweet strain 287 
 
 There is a Fountain 318 
 
 There is a gate that stands ajar 298 
 
 There is a Green Hill Far Away 319 
 
 There were ninety and nine that safely lay 304 
 
 There'll be no Dark Valley 320 
 
 There's a land that is fairer than day 285 
 
 There's a Light in the Valley 321 
 
 There's a Stranger at the door 211 
 
 This loving Saviour stands patiently 140 
 
 Through the valley of the shadow I must go 321 
 
 Throw Out the Life-Line 322 
 
 'Tis Midnight 389 
 
 Till He Come 389 
 
 *Tis the promise of God full salvation to give 163 
 
 To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair 1 19 
 
 To THE Work .325 
 
 To-Day the Saviour Calls 324 
 
 Trust and Obey 326 
 
 Trusting Jesus, That is All 329 
 
4IO Index of Hymns 
 
 U. 
 Under His Wings 330 
 
 V. 
 
 Verily, Verily 330 
 
 W. 
 
 Waiting and Watching for Me 331 
 
 We Shall Meet By and By 390 
 
 We speak of the land of the blest 335 
 
 We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever 390 
 
 Welcome ! Wanderer, Welcome ! 332 
 
 Well, wife I've found the model church 303 
 
 What a Friend We Have in Jesus 333 
 
 What means this eager, anxious throng? 202 
 
 What Must it be to be There? 335 
 
 What Shall the Harvest Be? ZZ^ 
 
 When Jesus Comes 339 
 
 When my final farewell to the world I have said 331 
 
 When peace, like a river, attendeth my way 190 
 
 When the Mists Have Rolled Away 339 
 
 When the Roll is Called Up Yonder 34° 
 
 When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound 345 
 
 When we walk with the Lord 326 
 
 Where is My Boy To-Night? 34^ 
 
 While the Days Are Going By 390 
 
 While Jesus whispers to you 142 
 
 Whiter Than Snow 344 
 
 Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound 344 
 
 "Whosoever Will'' 344 
 
 Why Not To-Night? 345 
 
 Windows Open Toward Jerusalem 346 
 
 Wonderful Words 0? Life 347 
 
 Work, for the Night is Coming 391 
 
 Y. 
 
 Ye Must Be Born Again 348 
 
 Yet There is Room 350 
 
 Yield Not to Temptation 351 
 
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