‘What a wonderful glorification of a poor little hymn!’
“‘Truly so,’ he agreed. ‘I never before had much respect for that piece.’”
The faith and loyalty of a noble Christian were remembered when his daughter
Played Her Father’s Favorite Hymn at a Memorial Service
This service conducted by the North Dakota Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church for Judge Charles S. Pollock was impressively beautiful. Held for a layman, it yet followed the ordination of young men for the ministry. Judge Pollock, a faithful follower of Jesus Christ and a courageous advocate of civic righteousness, had dutifully carried heavy responsibilities at the session of the General Conference in May, 1928, and not long thereafter was summoned into the courts of heaven. On that autumn day at this service the judge’s daughter played on the organ her father’s favorite hymn:
“O Master, let me walk with Thee
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.
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