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Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Savior of the world was born.
Rise to adore the mystery of love
Which hosts of angels chanted from above,
With them the joyful tidings first begun
Of God incarnate and the virgin’s Son.

Then to the watchful shepherds it was told,
Who heard th’angelic herald’s voice, “Behold,
I bring good tidings of a Savior’s birth
To you and all the nations of the earth;
This day hath God fulfilled His promised Word;
This day is born a Savior, Christ the Lord.”

He spoke; and straightaway the celestial choir
In hymns of joy, unknown before, conspire;
The praises of redeeming love they sang,
And Heav’n’s whole orb with alleluias rang.
God’s highest glory was their anthem still,
Peace on the earth and unto men good will.

To Bethl’hem straight th’enlightened shepherds ran
To see the wonder God had wrought for man
And found, with Joseph and the blessèd maid,
Her Son, the Savior, in a manger laid;
Then to their flocks, still praising God, return,
And their glad hearts with holy rapture burn.

Like Mary let us ponder in our mind
God’s wondrous love in saving lost mankind!
Trace we the Babe, who hath retrieved our loss,
From His poor manger to His bitter cross,
Tread in His steps, assisted by His grace,
Till man’s first heav’nly state again takes place.

Then may we hope, th’angelic hosts among,
To sing, redeemed, a glad triumphal song.
He that was born upon this joyful day
Around us all His glory shall display.
Saved by His love, incessantly we sing
Eternal praise to Heav’n’s almighty King.

John Byrom died this date, 9/26/1763, at Man­ches­ter, Eng­land where his father had been a linen draper.  Byrom attended King’s School (Chester) and then Cambridge (graduated M.A.) and became a Fellow of Trinity College.

 

He invented his own system of shorthand and was able to make a living teaching shorthand.  Byrom was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society and after his brother’s death inherited the family estates.  This pulled him back to Manchester where he had been born 2/29/1691 (at Old Sham­bles).  He is said to have frequently visited Cheetham’s Hospital (Manchester) and, further to have written many hymns for the chaps there.  His hymns include the above, “Christians, Awake, Salute the Happy Morn” and “My Spirit Longs for Thee.”

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“The people crowded to this meeting from far and near. They came in their large wagons, with victuals mostly prepared. The women slept in the wagons, and the men under them. Many stayed on the ground night and day for a number of nights and days together. Others were provided for among the neighbors around. The power of God was wonderfully displayed; scores of sinners fell under the preaching, like men slain in mighty battle; Christians shouted aloud for joy.

 

“To this meeting I repaired, a guilty, wretched sinner. On the Saturday evening of said meeting, I went, with weeping multitudes, and bowed before the stand, and earnestly prayed for mercy. In the midst of a solemn struggle of soul, an impression was made on my mind, as though a voice said to me, “Thy sins are all forgiven thee.” Divine light flashed all round me, unspeakable joy sprung up in my soul. I rose to my feet, opened my eyes, and it really seemed as if I was in heaven; the trees, the leaves on them, and everything seemed, and I really thought were, praising God. My mother raised the shout, my Christian friends crowded around me and joined me in praising God; and though I have been since then, in many instances, unfaithful, yet I have never, for one moment, doubted that the Lord did, then and there, forgive my sins and give me religion.”

                                                                        – Cartwright’s account of his conversion

 

Peter Cartwright died this date,9/25/1872, in Illinois.   He was born 9/1/1785, in Amherst County,Virginia.  He came under Holy Ghost conviction at 16, and after several weeks (months?) of seeking was converted to Christ.  He was an ordained a Methodist minister, in Kentucky(1806) and married Frances Gaines (1808).

 

Cartwright was twice a member of the Illinois legislature.  He ran against A. Lincoln for seat in US Congress and was defeated (1846).  There was only one Peter Cartwright, frontier rough, limited in “book learning,” but willing to do what he felt God directed.  He spent over 50 years spreading the Gospel and reflects the same in his Fifty Years a Presiding Elder (1871).  He also produced Controversy with the Devil (1853) and his colorful Autobiography of Peter Cartwright (1856).

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O Thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend,
Who loving, lov’st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Savior, plead for me.

When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom’s way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Savior, plead for me.

When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms infold,
And plead, O plead for me.

And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt, and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in Heav’n for me.

When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say Thou hast washed them all away;
O say, Thou plead’st for me!

Charlotte Elliott died this date, 9/22/1871, at Bright­on, East Suss­ex, Eng­land.  She is best known for her hymn “Just As I Am” (1836).

 

Born 3/18/1789at Clap­ham, Sur­rey, Eng­land, Charlottebecame an invalid somewhere between 30 and 33 years of age. What a waste?  Ah, man sees not as God sees.  She produced the above (O Thou, the Contrite Sinner’s Friend is one of her lesser known hymns) and some 150 others in those years of pain.

 

In addition to her hymns she is known to have had a “spiritual” correspondence with Henri A. C. Malan for around 40 years.

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Jesus comes with power to gladden, when love shines in,
Every life that woe can sadden, when love shines in.
Love will teach us how to pray, love will drive the gloom away,
Turn our darkness into day, when love shines in.

Refrain

When love shines in, when love shines in,
How the heart is tuned to singing, when love shines in,
When love shines in, when love shines in,
Joy and peace to others bringing, when love shines in.

2. How the world will grow with beauty, when love shines in,
And the heart rejoice in duty, when love shines in.
Trials may be sanctified, and the soul in peace abide,
Life will all be glorified, when love shines in.

3. Darkest sorrow will grow brighter, when love shines in,
And the heaviest burden lighter, when love shines in.
’Tis the glory that will throw light to show us where to go;
O, the heart shall blessing know, when love shines in.

4. We may have unfading splendor, when love shines in,
And a friendship true and tender, when love shines in.
When earth’s vict’ries shall be won, and our life in Heav’n begun,
There will be no need of sun, when love shines in.

                                                                        – words by Car­rie E. Breck

William James Kirkpatrick died this date, 9/20/1921 at Ger­man­town, Penn­syl­vania. He was a Methodist composer, composing the music for “The Comforter Has Come,” for the above and literally dozens of other songs.  He was born 2/27/1838, Duncannon, Penn­syl­van­ia.  Click the following to hear his tune KIRKPATRICK, William James

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God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

Refrain

But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.

2. God hath not promised we shall not know
Toil and temptation, trouble and woe;
He hath not told us we shall not bear
Many a burden, many a care.

3. God hath not promised smooth roads and wide,
Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain rocky and steep,
Never a river turbid and deep.

Annie Johnson Flint died this date, 9/8/1932, at Clifton Springs, New York.  She was the daughter of Mr. Eldon Johnson but it seems that she was adopted by a family named Flint while small.  Annie attended school in Trenton(Jersey) and became a teacher.  Later, due to severe arthritis (making her immobile), she traded teaching for writing poetry.  Her material appeared in magazines and books.  The above is a lesser known hymn than her “He Giveth More Grace.”  Miss Johnson was born 12/24/1866 at Vineland, New Jersey.

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Dear Lord and Father of mankind,

Forgive our foolish ways!

Reclothe us in our rightful mind,

In purer lives Thy service find,

In deeper reverence, praise.

 

In simple trust like theirs who heard

Beside the Syrian sea

The gracious calling of the Lord,

Let us, like them, without a word

Rise up and follow Thee.

 

O Sabbath rest by Galilee!

O calm of hills above,

Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee

The silence of eternity

Interpreted by love!

 

With that deep hush subduing all

Our words and works that drown

The tender whisper of Thy call,

As noiseless let Thy blessing fall

As fell Thy manna down.

 

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

Take from our souls the strain and stress,

And let our ordered lives confess

The beauty of Thy peace.

 

Breathe through the heats of our desire

Thy coolness and Thy balm;

Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm!

                                                – in the Atlantic Monthly, April 1872.

 

John Greenleaf Whittier died this date, 9/7/1892, at Hampton Falls, New Hampshire.

Starting at 22 years of age Whittier was editor for several printings:

American Manufacturer, Haverhill Gazette, New England Weekly Review, The National Era, and Pennsylvania Freeman

 

Whittier was elected to the Massachusetts legislature (1835).  He is also known as America’s “Quaker poet.”  Not was well known perhaps is the fact he penned nearly 100 hymns, the above being an example.

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From the Word of God light is shining brightly out
O’er life’s ocean, tempest driv’n,
Guiding past the rocks and the hidden shoals of doubt
To the blissfulport ofHeav’n.

            Refrain

            The old Book stands! O yes, it stands!
            Firm as a rock ’mid shifting sands!
            Billows may run high, tempests sweep the sky;
            Firmly the old Book stands!

 

2. All its promises are more precious, far, than gold,
Or than pearls from deepest sea;
“Whosoever will” is the truth it doth unfold,
Precious truth for you and me.

 

3. In this precious Book is the dear old story told,
Of the Savior and His love;
And with joy we read of the streets of purest gold,
The Jerusalem above.

 

4. Precious Book of life, let us treasure each command,
Heeding every precept giv’n,
Till the strife is o’er and victorious we stand
With the blood washed throng in Heav’n.

 

 

John Henry Yates died this date 9/5/1900, Batavia, New York.  He was a shoe salesman, newspaper editor, and hardware store manager who became a Methodist minister in 1886.  Later he pastored of the West Bethany Free Will Baptist Church.  His works include:  “Faith Is the Victory” (1891) “The Harbor Bell,” “ The Model Church,” as well as “The Old Book Stands” (above).  Yates was born 11/21/1837 in the same town and state in which he passed way.

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