Introduction

Words: Sam­u­el Y. Har­mer, 1856. Writ­ten for a camp meet­ing Col­lec­tion be­ing com­piled by Rev. John Glad­ding (Hat­field, p. 293).

Music: John W. Dad­mun (1819–1890) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Har­mer (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

A fif­teen-year-old girl, of good fa­mi­ly, was pre­sent at one of our meet­ings in the Free Col­lege Church in Glas­gow [Scot­land], 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?

Sankey, pp. 225–26