memories left of my departed brother. best.

"I supposed that the hymn had d and gone to rest. But, during the wee nation kept watch by the bedside of ou loved President Garfield, it was republis cially appropriate to the time, and was su the many funeral services held througho States. It is quite a surprise to me that hymn should have crossed the seas and far distant lands to the honor of the Savi

"Light in the darkness, sailor, day is at h See o'er the foaming billows fair Haven'

One one occasion the vessel on which was returning from Europe, accompanied son, was disabled by the breaking of a prop Mrs. Moody was at my home in Brooklyn receive them on their arrival. Day after without word from the steamer, and Mrs. came almost frantic with anxiety. At las this cable dispatch from Mr. Moody: "S God." I learned afterwards that the peop around him and begged him to pray for th ance. Several infidels on board, who had ing light of Mr. Moody's work, were four at his side, and through the earnestness of and divine help they were led to Christ.

Rescue the Perishing

Words by Fanny J. Crosby

"Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying."

Music by W. H. Doane

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?"

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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."

"You are right! I am that man. I was your captain. Look at me to-day, and see what a wreck I

am. Can you save your old captain? everything I had in the world through don't know where to go."

He was saved that night, and was s some of his former friends to get back hi He often told the story of how a soldier tain, and how much he loved the words of perishing."

A man in Sussex, England, gives th "I believe I can attribute my conversion, grace of God, to one verse of that pr 'Rescue the perishing.' I was far aw Saviour, and living without a hope in J very fond of singing hymns, and one day I this beautiful piece, and when I had sung

"Touched by a loving heart, wakened by k Chords that were broken will vibrate onc I fell upon my knees and gave my heart Jesus Christ. From that hour I have fo who, through this verse, touched my hear it vibrate with his praises ever since."

Fanny Crosby returned, one day, fro a mission in one of the worst districts in City, where she had heard about the needs and perishing. Her sympathies were arou the lowly and neglected, and the cry of her forth in this hymn, which has become a ba the great army of Christian workers thro world. It has been used very extensively

tain? I have lost cugh drink, and I

as soon helped by ck his old position. dier saved his capds of " Rescue the

ance work, and has been blessed to thousands of souls. Mr. Moody was very fond of it, and has borne testimony 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

Is this testimony: sion, through the I precious hymn, - away from my in Jesus. I was ay I came across ng the words,

by kindness, once more,' art to the Lord ve followed him heart and made

from a visit to s in New York eeds of the lost roused to help her heart went battle-cry for hroughout the ely in temper

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 present 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. Perhaps 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 Christian'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;

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. Cushing

Music by George F. Root

"Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day
For a soul, returning from the wild."

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'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 receiving 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 beautiful and blessed experience, and the bells seem ringing yet."

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