Northwestern Bible School - Scroll Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Edinburgh train moved along, bearing the renowned evangelists, ©wight £,. (Doody was reading a letter, while Ira ©. Sankey fruitlessly searched a Condon newspaper for news from home. In his disappointment, was about to discard the paper when his eyes fell upon a bit of poetry in one corner, and his mind was impressed by its words: Ghere were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold, Eut one was out on the hills away. Tar off from the gates of gold— Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd ' s care. Jie called (Dr. CDoody’s attention to the poem, who in turn asked to have it read. Ghis (Dr. Sankey did with all the enthusiasm and elocutionary powers he could command, only to fnd, after he had finished, that CDr. (Doody was again absorbed in his letter and had not heard a word. Ghe singer was chagrined; but, nevertheless, he ftted the verses in his scrap-book for future reference. At the noon meeting on the second day in Edinburgh, (Dr. (Doody and ©r. Sonar had delivered eloquent and stirring addresses on the subject, Ghe Good Shepherd, when (Dr, (Doody turned to his as¬ sociate and asked him, Ttave you an appropriate solo for closing the service? (Dr. Sankey had nothing in mind except the Gwenty-third ©salm, which had already been sung several times in the meeting. An inner voice said, “Sing the hymn you found on the train. tOith a prayer in his heart that God would supply the necessary tune, (Dr. Sankey placed the little slip of paper before him on the organ, struck the key of A flat, and began to sing. ‘Dote by note the tune was given, and it has not been changed from that day to this. IDhen he finished, a great sigh rose up from the audience, and he knew their hearts had been touched. (Dr. (Doody, with tears in his eyes, leaned over the organ and asked, Sankey, where did you get that hymn? I never heard the tike of it in my life,” And thus a song was born—a song which brings hope to the stray¬ ing Christian, courage to the tried, and a new vision to us of the keeping power of Our Shepherd.

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P. Bliss was inspired to write this hymn by listening to one of®. C. CIDoody ' s illustrations. Ghis was the great evangelist’s story: One dark, turbulent night, as a veritable tempest beat the sea into a maelstrom, a ship fought its perilous way toward Cleveland harbor. After the big lighthouse had been visible for some time, the captain began to question the pilot. Are you sure this is Cleveland?’ ' Quite sure, sir,’ replied the pilot. ' But where are the lower lights?’ the captain insisted. ' Gone out, sir,’ was the respectful answer. Ghe captain began to be really frightened, and inquired about the possibility of entering the harbor at all. Ghe answer came with all the finality of a death sentence, ' tDe must, or perish, sir! Carefully and courageously the old pilot eased the ship through the dreadful clamor of the storm, but as he sought vainly for the safe channel, the ship swerved too far to one side and crashed on the merciless rocks. !H«re is our lesson. It was not the fury of the storm, but the fail¬ ure of the lower lights that crushed out many a precious life that night. Brethren, the CDaster will take care of the great lighthouse; let us keep the lower tights burning.” Grim your feeble lamp, my brother: Some poor sailor tempest tossed, Grying now to make the harbor, In the darkness may be lost. £et the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave! Some poor fainting, struggling seaman, lfou may rescue, you may save,”