The kirk on Rutgers farm . the good things of thegospel that were fostered there. Many achurch at home and abroad has cause tobless Market Street for the men andwomen that she brought up in the nur-ture and admonition of the Lord. We are compassed about with sogreat a cloud of witnesses, a great multi- 105 The Kirk on Rutgers Farm tude, which no man could number. Allwho have come have felt the spell of theplace, for in its dim seclusion still speakthe men of old. It is peopled with a longprocession of saints and sages, marinersand merchants, scholars and poets, nowof the church triumphant: mem
The kirk on Rutgers farm . the good things of thegospel that were fostered there. Many achurch at home and abroad has cause tobless Market Street for the men andwomen that she brought up in the nur-ture and admonition of the Lord. We are compassed about with sogreat a cloud of witnesses, a great multi- 105 The Kirk on Rutgers Farm tude, which no man could number. Allwho have come have felt the spell of theplace, for in its dim seclusion still speakthe men of old. It is peopled with a longprocession of saints and sages, marinersand merchants, scholars and poets, nowof the church triumphant: memoriesthat consecrate the souls of men andbanish ignoble thoughts. Here is an altarsacred to hosts of men and women, theholy of holies of their noblest aspira-tions. Mark well her bulwarks, that ye maytell it to the generation following. Asthe years roll on children and childrenschildren will arise and call those blessedwhose fidelity thru a century has pre-served for them a holy place where menstill renew their youth. io6. ^ m JESUS, SAVIOR, PILOT ME Jesus, Savior, pilot me,Over lifes tempestuous sea;Unknown waves before me rock and treacherous shoal;Chart and compass come from Thee,Jesus, Savior, pilot me. When the apostles fragile barkStruggled with the billows darkOn the stormy Galilee,Thou didst walk upon the sea;And when they beheld Thy formSafe they glided thru the storm. The the sea be smooth and with the stars of my ships path be ablazeWith the light of halcyon I know my need of Thee;Jesus, Savior, pilot me. When the darkling heavens the wrathful winds come down,And the fierce waves, tost on high,Lash themselves against the sky,Jesus, Savior, pilot lifes tempestuous The Kirk on Rutgers Farm As a mother stills her childThou canst hush the ocean wild;Boisterous waves obey Thy willWhen Thou sayest to them Be Sovereign of the sea,Jesus, Savior, pilot me. When at last I near
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