The life and labors of Bishop Hare, apostle to the Sioux . fficulties in the way of its accom-plishment which the intellect marshals, that theone heart of humanity may be united in onegreat adoring love of its common Lord. O God, who hast made of one blood all na-tions of men for to dwell on all the face of theearth, and didst send Thy blessed Son to preachpeace to them that are far off and to them thatare nigh: grant that all Thy people everywheremay seek after Thee and find Thee; and hasten,O Lord, the fulfillment of Thy promise to pourout Thy Spirit upon all flesh: through JesusChrist our L
The life and labors of Bishop Hare, apostle to the Sioux . fficulties in the way of its accom-plishment which the intellect marshals, that theone heart of humanity may be united in onegreat adoring love of its common Lord. O God, who hast made of one blood all na-tions of men for to dwell on all the face of theearth, and didst send Thy blessed Son to preachpeace to them that are far off and to them thatare nigh: grant that all Thy people everywheremay seek after Thee and find Thee; and hasten,O Lord, the fulfillment of Thy promise to pourout Thy Spirit upon all flesh: through JesusChrist our Lord. Easter Day, 9 p. are now saihng up the Gulf of Yeddoand shall drop anchor off Yokohama about 10p. M. and not go ashore till morning. In a preaching service to Japanese within twoweeks of his arrival Bishop Hare put to the testof practical use the thought to which the sightof the motley assemblage on shipboard hadprompted him. In a letter of April 12, hewrote: I began my address to-night somewhat thus: *You will say, perhaps, as you see me BISHOP HARE AND HIS JAPANESE INTERPRETER IN JAPAN AND CHINA 259 Who is this stranger?* No, I am not astranger. I have traveled the world over,among white people, yellow people, red people,black people, and I never was a stranger any-where ; for tears have trickled down these cheeksand they were salt, and I find all the world overthat hmnan beings weep and their tears are body of mine is full of blood, and theblood is red and warm. Bad news has come tome during my life, and my heart has beatenquick, and I have felt a choking at my it ever been so with you, my friends? Tellme. Ah, I see the answer in your looks. Youhave your troubles. And now you are ready tosay, *We do not understand your language, butwe do understand your heart. You are nostranger. We call you brother. I felt that I had reached them, and it waseasy to tell of the grace that comes by JesusChrist. By such insistences upon the essential unity
Size: 1368px × 1827px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorharewilliamhobart1838, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910
