Eastern Mennonite School - Shenandoah Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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FORWARD WITH CHRIST Leah Kauffman Daniel Suter 1. Hark! to the voice — of Je-sus our Capt-ain, Call-ing us forth to the conflict to-day. 2. On with the con-guest let nothing dis- may us, Trust-ing our God by whose pow- er we'll win. 3. Ev -er we'll fol-low our Bless-ed Re-deem-er, ‘Till ‘neath his Glo-ri-ous stand-ard we'll sing, Sasa re saeasieecicn Seas Strong is the foe —- and fierce is the bat-tle, Souls must be res-cued from death's cru-el sway. Free — ing the captives from Sat -an's do-min-ion, Snatch-ing the lost from the Sstrong-holds Of. Sint Praise to the Lamb- our Con-quer'r E-ter-nal, Who o'er all kind-reds and na -tions i3 King. Sie adiseaie teste aise CHORUS ieee REE Pree e ere see For-ward with Je-sus our Ris-en Re-deem-er; “For-ward with Christ” with the Spirits sharp sword; C f Ea yb 7] ime =H ' SEE | hy 0 pep apo — a a8 -a—- irae eee fe sh id Go] Wu Pe a I ES Othe Ee gesgi te 2, bes = I Clad in the whole of God's mighty afr-mor Gain we the vic-to-ry thru Je-sus our Lord. O O- 0 O OC ) O { e Ea lair El | ! Het | WE a ee | Se eee ee ge peewee ra ome ads tee sate a Page Twenty-two

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ee ee ee Reminiscences It was a warm evening in the latter part of August. Bernice sat on the western porch of her trim little green and white cottage watching the fiery sun sink below the horizon. A soft breeze fanned her cheek and ruffled her dark hair. As she sat there she was aroused by a woman coming up the path. She arose in greeting. “Hello, Bernice, do you remember me?” “Louise!” She greeted her visitor warmly. “Oh, I was just longing to see my old roommate more than anyone else!” “Were you?” Louise replied. “I was just going through the town and thought I'd drop in to see you. I can’t stay long. My train is due in an hour.” “Eighteen years since we have seen each other! Can it be possible!” exclaimed Bernice. “The last time I saw you was when I attended your wedding.” “Oh, don’t I feel old,” Louise laughed, “my oldest son is going to E. M. S. this fall.” “Really! Weren’t those wonderful days back there! I'll never forget them. What years were they?” “1938-40.” “Oh, yes, I remember now.” “Daniel Suter was our president and Margaret Shenk our secretary. Do you remember when we came back the next fall we had to decide whether we wanted to separate, or not, from the High School Seniors and—” “Yes, I remember! We old students couldn’t bear to part. We knew we’d have a quarrel as to who should get Bro. Mumaw as an adviser. We hated to lose our old officers too.” “Oh, weren’t you glad we stayed together? We had such good times!” “Those outings, hikes and the peak climb! I won’t forget those!” “And the class socials and open house!” “Louise, do you remember English Composition class?” “Do I!” 1 “The second year so many students came back that the dormitory couldn’t hold them all!” “Even though the building was crowded we had a good time, didn’t we?” “Oh, yes.” The women were silent for a few minutes. “I’m so glad I spent those two years at E. M. S. They surely strengthened my Christian life, such soul-refreshing meetings!” “The faculty had an interest in us, too. I certainly appreciated that, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes, I can never thank the Lord enough for sending me to a Christian institution.” “Neither can I.” The two women sat for a while chatting. Suddenly Louise looked at her watch. “Oh, I must go! Good-by Bernice.” “Good-by, Louise. Do you think you'll forget E. M. S.?” “Never.” —Florence Lutz. Page Twenty-one

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Forward with Christ The future, like a winding road That leads o’er hill and vale, Is hidden by a hundred turns, And mists across the trail. As step by step we journey here On life’s long thoroughfare, We need not fear the mists and turns, For Christ is ever near. We need not dread the sudden storms That sweep the rocky height, Or fear to tread the arid plain, For Christ will lead aright. He leads us, too, through pleasant dales, By waters still and sweet. We rest with Him along the way, In tranquil, calm retreat. To hungry travelers whom we meet, The Bread of Life we'll feed. And to the living, flowing stream, The thirsty ones we'll lead. We'll guide the wayward, faltering feet To rugged Calvary’s tree And point them to our Saviour-Guide Who will their refuge be. The path of life is like a road That winds o’er hill and vale. Tis hidden by a hundred turns, And mists across the trail. But do not fear the mists and turns, For Christ this way once trod And He will lead us safely on, To Heaven, and Home, and God. —Leah Kauffman. Page Twenty-three