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 meetings 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 McGranahan

"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

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 illuminated sign on which were the words,' Florence Mission.' 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

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.

Words by P. P. Bliss

Dare to be a Daniel

"Standing by a purpose true,

Heeding God's command."

Music by P. P. Bliss

Mr. Bliss 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.

Words by Fanny J. Crosby

Dark is the Night

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 Sundayschool, 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."

Words by Charles Wesley

Depth of Mercy

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

a number of people sitting together singing this hymn. She listened 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 persuaded 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. 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 stepped forward and sang with deep emotion:

"Depth of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?"

She

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This put a sudden stop to the performance; not a few were impressed, though many scoffed. 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."