And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.’
One can fancy this hymn sung by Cornish fishermen over one of their numbers lost at sea.”
The sacred memories of the past may slumber for a while but they are often awakened under favorable conditions, as seen on this occasion, as reported in The British Weekly, when
Canadian Railroad Men Sang In Memory of Mother
A student of Manitoba University, Winnipeg, accepted camp service for the long vacation in connection with the building of the last transcontinental railroad in Canada. He became one of the men and soon made friends with them. After the midday meal on the first Sunday he asked “the boys” if they would “roll up” to the service he proposed to hold? The tent was crowded. He started the service by asking if any of them remembered their mother’s favorite hymn. He was answered at once by one who said his mother liked best “Rock of Ages, Cleft For Me.” So it was sung, and, like other “mothers’ favorites,” it was sung over and over again. The service continued till eleven o’clock and under that star-lit northern sky they left the tent for their bunks, resolving that the God of the old home should be their God. By many a bunk that night the prayer went to heaven:
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
The result was equally beneficial in another instance when John Callahan