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No other flag such honor boasts, or bears so proud a name, And far its red-cross signal Aies as flies the lightning's flame.
* * * * * * Salvation by the blood of Christ! the shouts of triumph ring; No other watchword leads the host that serves so grand a King. Then rally, soldiers of the Cross! Keep every fold unfurled, And by Redemption's holy sign we'll conquer all the world.
The Rev. George Phipps, composer of the tune, 'Immanuel's Banner," was born in Franklin, Mass., Dec. II, 1838, was graduated at Amherst College, 1862, and at Andover Theological Seminary, 1865. Settled as pastor of the Congregational Church in Wellesley, Mass., ten years, and at Newton Highlands fifteen years.
He has written many Sunday-school melodies, notably the music to “My Saviour Keeps Me Company."
HYMNS OF SUFFERING AND
One inspiring chapter in the compensations of life is the record of immortal verses that were sorrow-born. It tells us in the most affecting way how affliction refines the spirit and “the agonizing throes of thought bring forth glory.” Often a broken life has produced a single hymn. It took the long living under trial to shape the supreme experience.
- The anguish of the singer
Made the sweetness of the song. Indeed, if there had been no sorrow there would have been no song.
“MY LORD, HOW FULL OF SWEET CONTENT.”
Jeanne M. B. de la Mothe-known always as Madame Guyon, the lady who wrote these words in exile, probably sang more “songs in the night" than any hymn-writer outside of the Dark Ages. She was born at Montargis, France, in 1648, and
died in her seventieth year, 1771, in the ancient city of Blois, on the Loire.
A convent-educated girl of high family, a wife at the age of fifteen, and a widow at twenty-eight, her early piety, ridiculed in the dazzling but corrupt society of Louis XIV's time, blossomed through a long life in religious ministries and flowers of sacred poetry.
She became a mystic, and her book Spiritual Torrents indicates the impetuous ardors of her soul. It was the way Divine Love came to her. She was the incarnation of the spiritualized Book of Canticles. An induction to these intense sube jective visions and raptures had been the remark of a pious old Franciscan father, “Seek God in your heart, and you will find Him.”
She began to teach as well as enjoy the new light so different from the glitter of the traditional worship. But her "aggressive holiness” was obnoxious to the established Church. “Quietism” was the brand set upon her written works and the offense that was punished in her person. Bossuet, the king of preachers, was her great adversary. The saintly Fenelon was her friend, but he could not shield her. She was shut up like a lunatic in prison after prison, till, after four years of dungeon life in the Bastile, expecting every hour to be executed for heresy, she was banished to a distant province to end her days.
Question as we may the usefulness of her pietistic books, the visions of her excessively exalted