And stretched out are His bleeding hands
To gather the wanderers in.”
The truth of reliance upon the Christ of the Cross is well brought out in
“Rock of Ages”
The original title of this hymn was “A Living and Dying Prayer for the Holiest Believer in the World.” But, as a matter of fact, the hymn is a favorite of the best saint and the worst sinner. It can be used appropriately in every condition of life. In a shipwreck off the Bay of Biscay, the last man who left the ship said he heard the passengers singing,
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!”
The glory of the Cross found an impressive testimony in
Henry Drummond’s Hymn on His Last Sunday
Death called the brilliant Henry Drummond hence while he was still in the prime of life. On the afternoon of the last Sunday he spent on earth this noble Scotchman, with his scientific mind and evangelical spirit, heard his friend, Dr. Barbour, play to him the music of the hymn, “Art Thou Weary, Art Thou Languid?” and other hymn tunes. There was no response. Then he tried the old Scots melody of “Martyrdom,” to which Drummond beat time with his hand, and joined in the words: