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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 hundreds of girls were saved. After her death the city officials took up her work, employing other women,

On my

who are still engaged in seeking the lost ones. last visit to England I had the pleasure of visiting this rescue home and singing for the inmates.

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During the mission in 1884," writes M. C. Boardman, of Stratford, East London, "the hymn 'Nothing but leaves' was often sung. It brought conviction 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 commemorate 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."

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 Christian worker. At all events the words haunted me; I mused on their meaning, and the hymn was the outcome."

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 Master, 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 meetings 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

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 consented 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 Christian church. His steady, consistent life won for him further promotion in business, and he now fills a position 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 Canaan. As the banks of the Jordan are not stormy, the word "rugged" has by many been substituted for "stormy" in the first line.

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 III. The hymn was first published in Rippon's Selections," in 1787.

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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 life?" 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."

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