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body with a view to the ministry. But my fervid fit of exaltation was choked with the dusty facts of life, and smouldered down into a dry indifference. I sought nourishment in secularism and agnosticism, but found none. I was in the slough of despond, at the centre of indifference, with the everlasting ‘no' on my lips, when •Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom' came to my troubled soul like the voice of angels. Wandering in the wilderness, 'o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent,'Newman's Hymn was to me a green oasis, a healing spring, the shadow of a great rock. Through the light and power of God I was led to light and love in Christ in a way I had never before known or experi

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A “Friend” writes: “If thou art sending to Mr. Stead with regard to hymns, I should put for myself rather high ‘Lead, Kindly Light,' not only because of its beautiful words, but also because of him who felt them and wrote them. It is such an instruction that so great an intellect found without Christ nothing but an encircling gloom'— that so powerful a nature, a leader among men, wished to be 'humble as a child and guided where to go.''

40 - GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT

JEHOVAH. For those who have been brought up on the Bible and who have never suffered the bewilderment of the Agnos. tic, this famous Welsh hymn in its English dress is worth a hundred “ Lead, Kindly Lights.” It was written at the close of last century by William Williams, a popular Calvinistic-Methodist evangelist and hymnwriter. It was Richard Knill the missionary's favourite hymn, and was constantly on his lips when dying. The last verse has been the comfort of many a dying Christian, and it has been sung and is still being sung around death-beds, to the accompaniment of heartchoking sobs and streaming tears. Here is a hymn that has helped indeed.

PUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah !

u Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand.

Bread of heaven !
Feed me till I want no more.
Open Thou the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow :
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:

Strong Deliverer!
Be Thou still my strength and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside :
Death of death, and hell's Destruction !
Land me safe on Canaan's side;

Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.

Tune –“DISMISSAL."

41 – THE LORD 'S MY SHEPHERD. IF "Lead, Kindly Light," is English, and “Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah," is Welsh, “The Lord 's my Shepherd” is Scotch.

CHE Lord 's my shepherd, I'll not want.
1 He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: he leadeth me

the quiet waters by.
My soul he doth restore again;

and me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,

ev'n for his own name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,

yet will I fear none ill:
For thou art with me; and thy rod

and staff me comfort still.
My table thou hast furnished

in presence of my foes ;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,

and my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life

shall surely follow me:
And in God's house for evermore
my dwelling-place shall be.

TUNE — “KILMARNOCK." “For me," writes Mr. S. R. Crockett, the popular author of the “Raiders” and many another delightful romance, “there is no hymn like “The Lord 's my Shepherd, I'll not want.''I think I must have stood by quite a hundred men and women as they lay a-dying, and I can assure you that these words — the first learned by the child -- were also the words that ushered most of them out into the Quiet. To me, and to most among these Northern hills, there are no words like them.'

Dr. John Ker says: “Every line of it, every word of it, has been engraven for generations on Scottish hearts, has accompanied them from childhood to age, from their homes to all the seas and lands where they have wandered, and has been to a multitude no man can number the rod and staff of which it speaks, to guide and guard them in dark valleys, and at last through the darkest.” Of its helpfulness in times of crisis many instances are given, of which that which appeals most to me is the story of Marian Harvey, the servant lass of twenty, who was executed at Edinburgh with Isabel Alison for having attended the preaching of Donald Cargill, and for helping his escape. As the brave lasses were being led to the scaffold, a curate pestered them with his prayers. “Come, Isabel,” said Marian, “let us sing the Twenty-third Psalm.” And sing it they did, a thrilling duet on their pilgrimage to the gallows-tree. It was rough on the Covenanters in those days, and their paths did not exactly, to outward seeming, lead them by the green pastures and still waters. But they got there somehow, the Twenty-third Psalm helping them no little. This was the psalm John Ruskin first learnt at his mother's knee. It was this which Edward Irving recited at the last as he lay dying. Even poor Heinrich Heine, on his mattressgrave, in one of his latest poems, recalls the image of the Shepherd Guide whose“ Pastures green and sweet refresh the wanderer's weary feet.” The magnificent assurance of the fourth verse has in every age given pluck to the heart of the timid and strengthened the nerve of heroes. When St. Francis of Assisi went alone, bareheaded and barefoot, to convert the Sultan, he kept up his spirit on his solitary pilgrimage by chanting this verse. The Moslems did him no harm, and instead of taking off his head, returned him safe and sound to the pale of Christendom.

The Rev. D. P. Alford writes me: “When I was chaplain of the Scilly Islands, one of my leading parishioners, a Scotchman, when dying, found the greatest consolation in the metrical version of this psalm. His wife said to me: “It is no wonder that psalm comforts him, for he has said it every night before going to bed ever since I have known him. They were elderly people, and had been married many years."

In the United States the paraphrase beginning “The King of Love my Shepherd is," is the one commonly used.

42 — JESUS, STILL LEAD ON. AFTER the English, Welsh, and Scottish comes in due sequence the German lyrical cry for guidance, Zinzendorf's Hymn, which is said to be the first taught to the children in every German household. In German it begins,

Jesu, geh voran

Auf der Lebensbahn. The English version is as follows :

JESUS, still lead on

Till our rest be won :
And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless :

Guide us by Thy hand
To our Fatherland.
If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us ;

For, through many a foe,
To our home we go.
When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief:
When oppressed by new temptations,
Lord, increase and perfect patience;

Show us that bright shore
Where we weep no more.
Jesus, still lead on

Till our rest be won :
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,

Till we safely stand
In our Fatherland.

TUNE — " WESTON.”
43—HE LEADETH ME.
THIS hymn with its chorus came to us from across the
Atlantic with Mr. Sankey. It was written by Joseph H.

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