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Want to Read Currently Reading Read. My Life And The Story Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. First published in , this book tells the story of Ira Sankey , famed gospel singer who worked closely with D.
Moody for many years. The autobiography is mostly related to his work with Moody. In addition, there are stories related to over classic gospel songs and hymnals. Some of these stories are origins, telling of the authors, while others tell of First published in , this book tells the story of Ira Sankey , famed gospel singer who worked closely with D. Some of these stories are origins, telling of the authors, while others tell of how the song itself has been used. Truly, this is quite a fun read! Moody, of whom he had heard much from friends in England, and invited us to hold meet- ings in the Mormon Tabernacle.
This, however, we declined. The Englishman said to Moody: Moody could have one also. This closed their discussion. A great crowd of people, among whom were many Mormons, came to the station to bid us good bye. Moody never visited Salt Lake City again. The stranger Of His Own Life 89 said that he had never had the pleasure of hearing either of them. When I told him that I had often heard Moody preach and Sankey sing, he seemed much interested and asked: His daughter, he said, had a cabinet organ and they were all very fond of the " Gospel Hymns," and he was sorry that he had not had the opportunity to hear Sankey sing ' The Ninety and Nine ' before he died.
I told him I. He replied that he had seen it in the papers. By this time we were nearing the station where my friend was to get out. Hearing the whistle blow, he looked out of the window and remarked: I should have been glad to have had also the circulation of some well-known hymns, be- cause I have seen the effect produced by those of Moody and Sankey. If they would only return to this country they would be astonished at seeing the influ- ence exerted by those hymns which they sung.
A week ago, when in Paris, I went to Belleville, the very nest of the communists, and even in this quarter I heard their hymns being sung. If we could get something like that in Ireland a mighty influence would be exerted. They are not, it is true, graduates of any uni- versity ; they are men of the people, speaking the lan- guage and using the methods not of the refined, but of the generality.
Yet they have probably left a deeper impress of their individuality upon the men and women of Great Britain than any other persons that could be named. Moody and I visited the town of Thursough, where we held a num- ber of meetings. One of the ministers of the town said he could not join in the service, because he did 94 Sankey's Story not believe in using any other songs of praise than those of David. We were invited from here to the town of Granton, still farther north, to hold a single service in the established church of that place, the Presby- terians being opposed to our methods.
When arriv- ing we found the town had been well placarded with notices of our meetings, and the women and children lined the streets to watch us as we passed by in a carriage. Some one had gone through the town and written underneath the posters: Before beginning the service Mr. Moody asked one of the elders how they heated the church, to which he replied: The old couple climbed in and took seats.
I asked the old man if he had attended the Moody and Sankey meeting that day, to which he replied: Sankey, beside whom your wife is sitting. We told him to sit still, as there was plenty of room, and that the ride was as free as the gospel we preached. At the end of the journey he thanked us profoundly, saying we were different people than he had thought we were, and went on his way to Wick, where he was to attend a funeral. One of the most delightful experiences of my life was a trip to the Holy Land in I was accom- panied by my wife, one of my sons, my brother, and a few friends.
One of the most genial members of the company was the late Roswell P. Flower, with whom we had the pleasure of traveling for more than three months. We sailed from New York in Janu- ary, made a short stop at Gibraltar, and dropped anchor at Alexandria. Cairo we reached by rail.
We saw the pyramids, the Gizeh Museum, and the Howling Dervishes ; made an excursion to Heliopolis, and took thi trip up the Nile to the First Cataract, visiting the usual places, such as Luxor and Kamak. At the latter place we met the old Arab who dis- covered the mummy of Rameses H. We asked him if he would allow us to take a snapshot of him.
After spending about forty days in Egypt we started for Palestine in March — by a provpkingly slow train from Cairo to Port Said, and thence by one of the regular mail steamers to Jaffa. In the Holy Land we followed much the usual round — exploring Jerusa- lem, Bethlehem, Jericho, Bethany and other historic spots, and sharing the profound emotions that forever stir the hearts of Christian tourists in Palestine.
On our way home we visited Constantinople, returning via Athens, Naples and Rome — and, of course, taking in Mt. The first evening in Cairo I visited the Amer- ican Mission. I found the building well filled with Americans, Egyptians and English. A man on the platform was giving an address on temperance. The room was divided by a partition about two feet high, separating the natives from the foreigners.
I made my way to a seat among the Americans, and had not been there long when a missionary beside me leaned over and said: I told him that, although I had come for Of His Owti Life 97 rest, I would gladly sing if they had a small brgati or piano on which I might accompany myself. There being no instrument in the church, the matter was dropped. A few minutes later a lady pressed her way into the pew behind me and, leaning over toward me, said: Being told that there was no instru- ment in the church, she declared that she would soon get one. She beckoned to four Egyptian soldiers to follow her.
In a few minutes they returned with a small cabinet organ, which they placed on the plat- form. At the conclusion of the address I gave a service of song, lasting for a half hour, after which I said good-night. But they refused to be satisfied, and demanded more songs. Again a number of piece? While returning down the Nile I was often pre- vailed upon by missionaries along the way where the steamer stopped to give services of song.
At several of these services I found that the natives already knew a number of our hymns. In Jerusalem I started early one morning to visit the Tower of David, which was located only a few rods from the hotel. I secured the desired permit by the use of a little bakhsheesh, and was escorted up the winding stairway by a savage- looking soldier carrying a gun. From the top of the tower may be seen one of the grandest and most inter- esting scenes in the world. I determined to have at least one song in honor of King David before descend- ing. I knew that he could not un- derstand a word of what I was singing, so I kept right on to the end of the psalm.
Coming to the conclusion by this time that I was not likely to do any special damage either to him or to myself, the guard smiled and tipped his cap as I finished. By tipping him I returned the salutation, and then we passed down into the Street of David. A few hours later our party visited that portion of the city called Mount Zion, where we entered the fine school erected by an English bishop for the chil- dren of Jerusalem.
We were greeted by the princijpal, who proved to have been a member of my choir at the Of His Own Life 99 meetings in London. I was invited to sing for the children,' and consented to do so if they would sing for us first. I was much surprised to hear them sing some of my own songs, as well as their native songs in Arabic.
I sang " The Ninety and Nine " and other songs, much to the delight of the children. Standing on the summit of the green hill far away, outside the city wall, I sang the fine old gospel hymn: In Rome I had the same pleasant experience, where I held a number of services, both speaking and singing in the English, American and Scotch churches.
On returning to America I visited the soldiers in camp at Tampa, Florida, where I held several serv- ices. I was here invited by Theodore Roosevelt, then Colonel of the Rough Riders, to conduct services at his camp, but a previous engagement prevented my accepting. The result was that my health' broke down.
Later I lost my eyesight. His father, who was a stone mason, died when the lad was about four years old. Many years later Mr. Moody was laying the corner-stone of the first building at Northfield. His friends bad secured a silver trowel for him, but he refused to use it. He had been at his mother's home, and in the garret he had found one of his father's old trowels with which he had earned bread for the family.
When he was eight years old a man who owned a mortgage on his mother's little farm came to the house one day and told the widow that she must pay the mortgage or get out of the house. The poor woman was sick at the time. She turned over in the bed and prayed that God would help her. Then she wrote to her brother, and he helped her by paying the interest on the mortgage for several years. At last, by economy and industry, the family was able to clear off the mortgage and retain the home.
Many years afterward, by God's blessing, young Dwight was able to secure the farm belonging to the man who had once held the mortgage, and on that farm is now located the school of Mount Her- Of His Own Life loi mon, established for the education of young men. At the age of nineteen young Moody left the farm and went to Boston, where he entered a shoe store owned by his uncle. In Boston he was con- verted through the preaching of Dr. Kirk, at the Mount Vernon Church. After remaining in Boston for some time, Moody went to Chicago, where he found employment in a shoe store owned by a Mr.
He made a good record in business, and sold more shoes than any other clerk in the establish- ment. Henderson heard of the failure of any of his customers in the towns about Chicago, he would always send Moody to collect the debts, as he invariably arrived there ahead of all other creditors. While he was thus engaged Mr. Moody did not lose zeal in religious matters. He was very active in the work of the Young Men's Christian Association, and was soon elected president of the branch located at Farwell Hall. He also became much interested in Sunday-school work, hiring a saloon for use on Sundays.
In his Sunday-school was a wicked and unruly young man, who constantly disturbed the exercises. Moody remonstrated with him a number of times, but to no avail. Finally, taking the young man into an adjoining room. He gave him a severe chastising. I02 Sankey's Story When Moody returned, flushed with excitement, he said to his assistant superintendent: Moody's Sunday- school work grew until he had one of the largest schools in Chicago, in what was known as the Illinois Street Church.
There I joined him in , acting as his chorister until we went. Moody was the greatest and noblest man I have ever known.
His strongest characteristic was common sense. The poor heard him gladly, as they did his Master of old ; the rich and learned were charmed by his simple, earnest words. He will not only be remembered for his extended evangelistic work, but also for the two noble schools which he founded. Those schools at Northfield and Mount Hermon, Massachusetts, originated in this way: One day, in the early seventies, Mr.
Moody drove up into the mountains near his mother's home. Stopping at a much dilapidated farmhouse, he hitched his horse to the fence and went in. Moody said to them: This old farm is unable to maintain your family. After the prayer he gave them a little money, got into his carriage, and started back down the mountain to the village. I met him on his return, and he said to me: To this I heartily agreed, and this was the begin- ning of the now famous Northfield schools.
The first students in the school were the poor girls who were making the straw hats. The story of these two girls, and of Mr. Moody's visit to them, I told some years afterward to a number of summer guests at Lake Mohonk. The proprietor of the hotel, Mr. Moody's advice concerning the making of his will, and Mr. Moody to suggest a worthy object, and Mr. The offer was gladly accepted. It was this money which Mr. Moody used for buying the farm of the man who had ordered his widowed mother from her home. On this farm, situated four and a half miles from the girls' school, across the Connecticut River, are now located a number of buildings, in which young men from all over the world are educated.
About a thousand students attend the schools every year. One hundred dollars a year is charged for each student, but pupils are expected to do whatever work they can to help along. After forty-four years of faithful and consecrated labor for his Master, Mr. Moody passed on to his reward December 22, The last meeting Mr. Storrs' church, in Brooklyn. His subject at this time was "Mary and Martha. His heart seemed very tender, as he talked in a quiet and sympathetic way about Mary, Martha, and their brother Lazarus, and the love and sympathy that existed between them and Jesus.
The hearts of all present seemed deeply moved, and many strong men, unused to tears, were unable to hide their emo- tion. Hundreds tarried after the meeting to shake hands, many recalling memories of blessings received in the meetings in this city twenty-five years before. Little did I think that this was to be our last service together. Hall's church and back to the hotel, where we parted for the last time. On my way from Canada I stopped over one night in Rochester to hold a service of " Sacred Song and Story," and there I received the last letter from him.
It was dated at Northfield, November 6, , con- taining nine pages, in which he spoke of his work in Northfield and Chicago. He also told me he was io6 Sankeys Story due in New York at 3. I at once telegraphed that I would come down on the night express and see him the next morning. When I arrived he had gone. I learned later that he went to Philadelphia on Wednesday evening, spending an hour with friends there, and took the night train for Kansas City, where he fell in the front of the battle, as brave a soldier of the cross as ever won a victor's crown.
Ill the calm a. There'll be no dark 8. There'll be no more 4. Oopjprlfffal, 1M5, by In D. And I no more aa now ahall aing; 2. Some day; till then I'll watch and wait, My lamp all trimmed and burning bright. That when my Sav - lour opc'atlie gate, My soul to Uim may take its flight. And tell the , to face. Thvrv were nine ty ana nine ihnt safe 8. There arose a glad cry to the gate of heaven, "ReJolccI I nave found my sheep!
Two of the most popular English translations are by the Rev. Hedge and Thomas Carlyle. The first line of this hymn is inscribed on Luther's monument in Wittenburg. Luther himself found great comfort in his hymn. In a remarkable revival began in a town in Moravia. Jesuits opposed it, and the meetings were prohibited. Those who still assembled were seized and imprisoned in stables and cellars. At David Nitsch- mann's house, where a hundred and fifty persons gath- ered, the police broke in and seized the books.
Charletworth Mutie by Ira D. As the hymn was set to a weird minor tune, I decided to compose one that would be more practical, one that could be more easily sung by the people. Callahan Mniic hy I. Woodbnry " To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair; She heard in the city that Jesus was there. Markham, connected with a large and well-known piano factory, was leading an ungodly and heedless life," says a London periodical. Instantly he resolved to go and hear the singing. He and a companion reached the hall in good time, as they thought, only to find it crowded to the doors.
An overflow meeting was announced at a neighboring church, and thither they went. By and by Mr. Coming out, he asked his companion what he thought of it. It has broken my heart. She had been converted years I20 Sankeys Story before, but had backslidden. She accompanied him to the mission on the following evening, and was happily received. IfMk "Abide with me!
Past faOs the eventide. The darkness deepens— Lord, with me abide.
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I recall now a most touching and sublime scene that I once witnessed in the death-chamber of a noble woman who had suffered or many months from an excruciating malady. The end was drawing near. She seemed to be catching a oregleam of the glory that awaited her.
With trem- ulous tones she began to recite Henry Lyte's matchless hymn, ' Abide with me I Fast falls the eventide. For twenty years he had ministered to a lowly congregation in Devonshire. He decided to spend the next winter in Italy, on account of rapidly declining health. Hall Mutic by John T. Grape " I hear the Saviour say, Thy strength indeed is small.
Grape, " and the cabinet organ was placed in my care. Thus afforded a pleasure not before en- joyed, I delighted myself in playing over our Sunday- school hymns. I determined to give tangible shape to a theme that had been running in my mind for some time — to write, if possible, an answer to Mr. Time has proved the correctness of her judgment. Soon after the Rev. Schrick called on me to select anything new in music that I had to offer.
On hearing this piece he expressed his pleasure with it, and stated that Mrs. Hall had written some words which he thought would just suit the music. I gave him a copy of it, and it was soon sung in several churches and well received. I trust that it has not failed in the accomplishment of some good to my fellow-men, for the glory of God.
He soon heard foot- steps close behind him and a young woman caught up with him and said: She told him that she was a servant girl, and had left her place that morning after a disagreement with her mistress. As she had been wandering about the streets in the Of the Gospel Hymns 1 23 uark, wondering where she was to spend the night, the iweet melodies of this hymn had attracted her, and she drew near and listened attentively. As the differ- ent verses were being sung, she felt that the words surely had something to do with her.
God's Spirit had showed her what a poor, sinful and wretched creature she was, and had led her to ask what she must do. On hearing her experience, the gentleman took her back to the mission and left her with the ladies in charge. The young, wayward woman was brought to Christ that night. A situation was secured for her in a minister's family.
There she became ill and had to be taken to a hospital. She rapidly failed and it became evident that she would not be long on earth. One day the gentleman whom she met on New Year's night was visiting her in the ward. After quoting a few suitable verses of Scripture, he repeated her, favorite hymn, "All to Christ I owe. BliM Mnsic by P. Brundage ended one of his sermons. Bliss, who was in the audience, was much impressed with the thought, and immedi- ately set about the composition of what proved to be one of his most popular songs. One of the most impressive occasions on which this hymn was sung was in the Agricultural Hall in London, in , when Mr.
At the close of his sermon Mr. Moody asked the con- gregation to bow their heads, while I sang ''Almost Persuaded. Furman, " I saw the people deeply moved by singing. I had begun my preparation to preach in the evening, from the text, 'Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian,' when it occurred to me that if Mrs. B -, an estimable Christian and a most excellent singer, would sing, 'Almost Persuaded' as a solo, great good might be done.
At once I left the room and called on the lady, who consented to sing as requested. When I Of the Gospel Hymns had finished my sermon, she sang the sotig with won- derful pathos and power. It moved many to tears. He and several others found the Pearl of Great Price before the next day. After the close of the sermon, I spoke to Mrs. B about the effect of her singing, and she told me that she had been praying earnestly all that afternoon, that she might so sing as to win sinners for her Saviour that night, and her prayers were surely answered.
I was afraid to trust myself in His hands for fear of man. For six weeks that hymn was ringing in my ears, till I accepted the invitation. I came, and am now rejoicing in the Lord, my Saviour. How often, with tears of joy and love, have I thought of those meetings and of you and dear Mr. Moody, who showed me and other sinners where there was love, happiness and joy. Don't trouble yourself about me. I'll tend to it in good time. Young was called to him. He found him in despair, saying: Are You Coming Home To-night?
As he entered, the congrega- tion was singing " Are you coming Home to-night? He came back the next night, and he continued to attend until he was saved. I could not sleep at night. All night long that question of the song, both in the words and music, kept returning to me, demanding an answer: McGranahan's hands, he arranged the poem somewhat differently, and set the words to music The song has brought blessing to many.
In universal use in English countries, and translated into many lan- guages, it has been the direct instrumentality in the conversion of thousands of souls. It has found ex- pression in the exultant cry on the lips of many a dying saint. Werdt by the ReT. Music by the Rct. Bekef "Art thou weary, art thou languid. Art thou sore distressed? Watson, of Blackburn, England, "I often visited one of out adult Sunday-school scholars who had just been brought to the knowledge of the Saviour. She was formerly a Roman Catholic, but was brought to our church one Sunday evening by a fellow-worker in a cotton mill.
She heard a gospel of full and free sal- vation, embraced it, and gradually became a faith-filled, consistent Christian. She was laid low with a serious Sankeys Story illness, but it was always a pleasure to visit her. On one occasion she told me that the evening before, when she had been left alone for the night, a cloud came over her spirit, the sense of loneliness grew upon her, and she seemed forsaken of God. All looked black, and she dreaded the long, lone night. This was a most unusual thingr and she wondered why it should be so.
Just then, in the quiet night, she heard steps on the flags of the foot-way. A man wearing the clogs of the factory operator was coming along, evidently returning late from some religious meeting. Margaret Mackay Music by W. Bradburi "Asleep in Jesus! From which none ever wake to weep. It was a place of such sweet, entire repose as to leave a lasting impression on the memory. There were no artificial walks or decorations, but the grass was very green, and there were no unsightly signs of neglect.
On one of the stones were the words,. On arriving at home I took a pencil and commenced writing the hymn, little thinking that if was destined to find so much favor, and that part of it would be inscribed on many tombstones. Mackay was born in Scotland, and died at Cheltenham, England, in , at the age of eighty- five.
Her husband was a distinguished lieutenant- colonel in the British army. And did my Sovereigri die? Hudson for the old hymn by Watts, " Alas, and did my Saviour bleed. Hammond, credits this hymn with his conversion, when he was only seventeen years old. Lowry was sitting at his study table in Elliott Race, Brooklyn, when the words of the hymn, " Shall we gather at the river?
He recorded them hastily, and then sat down before his parlor organ and composed the tune which is now sung in all the Sunday-schools of the world.
In speaking of the song, Dr. Yet on several occasions I have been deeply moved by the singing of this very hymn. Going from Harrisburg to Lewisburg once I got into a car filled with half-drunken lumber- men. Suddenly one of them struck up, ' Shall we gather at the river? I did not think so much of the music then, as I listened to those singers ; but I did think that perhaps the spirit of the hymn, the words so flippantly uttered, might somehow survive and be carried forward into the lives of those careless men, and ultimately lift them upward to the realization of the hope expressed in the hymn.
A different appreciation of it was evinced during the Robert Raikes centennial. I was in London, and had gone to a meeting in the Old Bailey to see some of the most famous Sunday-school workers of the world. I sat in a rear seat alone. After there had been a num- ber of addresses delivered in various languages I was preparing to leave, when the chairman of the meeting announced that the author of ' Shall we gather at the river?
Men applauded and women waved their handkerchiefs as I went to the platform. It was a tribute to the hymn ; but I felt, after it was over, that I had perhaps done some little good in the world. There was not a child from the gutter or a mission waif who did not know it. An American lady writing from Cairo, who was allowed to visit the military hospital soon after some wounded men had been brought in from a skirmish, says: One young soldier from a Highland regiment especially excited my interest.
He had lost a limb, and the doctor said he could not live through the night. I stopped at his side to see whether there was anything that I could do for him. He lay with closed eyes ; and as his lips moved I caught the words, ' Mother, mother. Seeing me bending over him, he caught my hand and kissed it. No, he said ; the surgeon had promised to write ; but could 17 would I, sing to him? I hesitated a moment, and looked around. The gleam on the yellow water of the Nile, as the western rays slanted down, caught my eye and suggested the river the streams of which shall make glad the city of God.
The tears gathered in my eyes as 1 thought of the mother, in her far-off Scottish home, watching and waiting for tidings of her soldier boy, who was breathing away his life in an Egyptian hos- pital. I shall go ; but I shall not find my Scottish laddie, for by to-morrow's reveille he will have crossed the river.
Gushing Music by William F. Sherwia "Beautiful valley of Eden! Sweet is thy noon-tide calm. I seemed to look down upon a river that like a mighty tide rolled beneath me. Across, on the other side of this river, I saw an enchanted land ; its hills and valleys were sleeping in a heavenly calm. It was more beautiful than words can tell, and my heart seemed to be there.
As I gazed on the scene, there came to my lips the words, ' Beautiful valley of Eden. But I want to say that the beauty of the hymn is largely due to Mr. Sherwin, who, by his rich melody, has reached a deeper chord than any mere words could ever have reached. Stites Music by John R.
It has been sung in every land where Sankey's Story the name of Christ is known. The secretary of the Young Men's Christian Association at Plymouth, Eng- land, wrote me a beautiful story of a young lady, who sang it on her dying bed as she passed into the land that is fairer than day. I sang this favorite song over the dead body of my friend, Mr.
Sweney, at the church of which he was a leading member, in West Chester, Pennsylvania, on the day of his burial. Blessed Assurance Words by Fanny J. O, what a foretaste of glory divine! And it was often sung at night as the street-cars were crowded with passengers on their way to the Convention Hal! John Fawcctt Music by H. NagsU "Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love. John Fawcett was the pastor of a small church at Wainsgate, and was called from there to a larger church in London in He accepted the call and preached his farewell sermon.
The wagons were loaded with his books and furniture, and all was ready for the departure, when his parishioners gathered around him, and with tears in their eyes begged of him to stay. His wife said, " Oh, John, John, I cannot bear this. Unload the wagons and put everything as it was before.
This song, and " God be with you till we meet again," are the most useful farewell hymns in the world.
Moody used to tell of a Sunday-school teacher, to whom he had given a class of girls, who one day came to Mr. Moody's store much disheartened. He was sad because he felt that he had not made a true effort to save his class. Moody's proposal that they go to visit each of the class members, they took a carriage and at once began the work, the young man in his feebleness saying what he could to each. At a farewell meeting where they were all gathered, they endeavored to sing " Blest be the tie that binds," but their hearts were full and their voices failed.
Every member of the class yielded her heart to God. Calling Now Words by p. Blist Music by P. Blits "This loving Saviour stands patiently; The' oft rejected, calls again for thee. Moody's Tabernacle in Chicago at the close of an evangelistic meeting in Bliss came in late and stood just inside the door, listen- ing.
At the close of the meeting he came up to the platform and spoke enthusiastically about the piece, and remarked that he also would try to write a hymn on "The Prodigal. I have often heard it sung with great effect — very softly by a choir, while the workers were speaking to the anxious ones — and its soft, sweet, pleading tones were always blessed to the hearers. When he reached home he tore the hymn out of his hymn-book and threw it into the fire ; but he said after- ward that the words still rang in his heart and that he could not get rid of them.
At last he came to Mr. As a long time church musician since the age of 10 now 57 I have known Ira D. Sankey's Hymns and the Sacred Songs and Solos for many many years. Regs, Geoff Moore Australia. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. I have enjoyed this book much more than I thought I would. Hearing about the hymns from a person who sang them in D. Moody's crusades makes the impact of these stories credible. I would encourage anyone who is interested in hymns to read this book. One person found this helpful. I love to read about his life of writing and singing. Too bad we don't seem to be producing the quality of Gospel Music writers like Ira Sankey today!
A wonderful research tool to help you sing worship songs to Heaven like vapor rising and then sit back and receive the showers of blessings on your life and ministry from Heaven. I was so happy to be able to find this book. And, yes, it is everything I expected. I have given as a gift to several of my friends and co-singer with "The Singing Churchmen of Oklahoma" and everone has just loved it and found it hard to put down. Sankey My Life Story This book is one of great help for those involved either directly with the church's music program, or through music evangelism.
Sankey's biography and many of the hymns which were used in the days of Evangelist D. Moody are found throughout this collection. I would recommend this book without hesitation for church music students and those involved in music ministry. For me, once I pick it up, I have a hard time laying it back down--or returning it to the library from which I have borrowed the book! It is a book which I wish I had for my personal use in my own library.
I like this book very much. First of all, it is difficult to buy this book in my country. On the other hand, most people in my country know Moody but not Sankey. It is way for me to understand the supporter of Moody. This is a nice book.