It was a song of victory over Satan, and praise to Christ, through whom he had From that hour he has done splendid work among the worst of men."

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Let me to Thy bosom fly."

Several incidents have been narrated suggested to Charles Wesley this hymn. a narrow escape from death in a storm on t inspired him to portray the thoughts of a in deadly peril. Another, that as he stood window on a summer day a little bird, pu hawk, sought refuge in his bosom, giving h of pointing out the soul's one sure place o time of need.

Mrs. Mary Hoover, of Bellefonte, Pe whose grandmother was the heroine of the related to her pastor this family traditio Wesley was preaching in the fields of th Killyleagh, County Down, Ireland, when tacked by men who did not approve of his He sought refuge in a house located on known as the Island Band Farm. The far Jane Lowrie Moore, told him to hide in the down in the garden. Soon the mob cam manded the fugitive. She tried to quiet the ing them refreshments. Going down to

house, she directed Mr. Wesley to get through the rear window and hide under the hedge, by which ran a little brook. In that hiding-place, with the cries of his pursuers 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 College, 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 chaplain found him sitting under a tree alone, with tears. in his eyes.

"Well, Tom, my boy, what is it?"

"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 like 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 before 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! O, 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 terrible 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 second 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,

and in it lay the pencil which had marked the favorite words of the captain. While the hurricane was howling 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 Wesley'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.

Words by P. P. Bliss

Jesus Loves Even Me

"I am so glad that our Father in heaven

Music by P. P. Bliss

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 family 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 doubting 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?"