Feb­ru­a­ry 19, 1865, Eng­land.

June 24, 1916.

Clin­ton Grove Ce­me­te­ry, Mal­colm Coun­ty, Mi­chi­gan.


Within sight of the town where John Bun­yan, in the sol­i­tude of his pri­son cell, dreamed The Pil­grim’s Pro­gress, Mir­i­am E. Ar­nold was born about 200 years af­ter that won­de­rful al­le­go­ry was wri­tten, of which it is said no book, ex­cept the Bi­ble, has gone through as ma­ny edi­tions.

At five years of age she, with her parents, came to Am­er­i­ca, and set­tled at Mount Cle­mens, [Mi­chi­gan], where she yet re­sides. Her par­ents were deep­ly re­li­gious, bi­ble stu­dents and lov­ers of the old church hymns. The Sab­bath meant, to them, a ho­ly day, a day of rest, wor­ship and me­di­ta­tion, and when the ev­eni­ng came, the fa­mi­ly al­ways as­sem­bled for pra­yer, bi­ble read­ing and songs.

Chris­tmas, the Hea­ven­ly Babe, Ma­ry, the ox­en, the shep­herds, the sleep­ing flocks, the an­gel, the mul­ti­tude of the hea­ven­ly host, all seemed won­der­ful­ly real to the imag­in­a­tive mind of the child, and made im­press­ions ne­ver to be erased. She has read the bi­ble through ma­ny times, and has re­cited whole chap­ters from me­mo­ry.

Con­vert­ed at 15 years of age, she is a con­sist­ent mem­ber of the [Me­tho­dist Epis­co­pal] church. Her first po­em was pub­lished in 1895, and has been suc­ceed­ed by prob­ab­ly 100 oth­ers, al­most all of which have been set to mu­sic and found their way into dif­fer­ent song books.

The works of some au­thors seem to be caught up by the hand of pe­cul­iar cir­cum­stanc­es and car­ried in­to view of the world, while those of oth­er writ­ers, equal­ly as cle­ver and com­mend­a­ble, fail to re­ceive, through some ir­re­con­cil­a­ble des­ti­ny, due con­si­de­ra­tion.

Ma­ny an au­thor has lived, la­bored, hoped, wrought and died with­out re­cog­ni­tion or hon­or, and the flow­ers that should have been his in life are laid on his grave to wi­ther un­ap­pre­ci­at­ed, yet there is a sec­ret charm, an in­ex­pres­si­ble joy, a sub­tile in­fa­tu­a­tion in the work of the true po­et, com­po­ser or lit­ter­a­teur that di­spos­ses­ses the sting of with­held com­fort, plea­sure, rich­es, hon­or, or fame.

Charles Gabriel
The Singers and Their Songs, 1916

  1. Abide with Me, My Father
  2. As a Little Child
  3. As the Sun Arising Scatters
  4. Be a Voice to Speak for Jesus
  5. Behold the Lamb of God for Sinners Slain
  6. By Faith My Savior Now
  7. Casting All Your Care upon Him
  8. Don’t Forget to Pray
  9. Eye to Eye I Shall Behold My Savior
  10. Far as the East Is from the West
  11. Get Right with God, Dear Sinner
  12. Growing Up for Jesus, in His Vineyard Fair
  13. Have You Found in Christ a Friend?
  14. He Knoweth the Way That I Take
  15. He Will Guide Me with His Counsel
  16. Hitherto Thy Hand Hath Led Me
  17. I Have Found the Loving Jesus
  18. I Would Be a Little Sunbeam
  19. In the Vineyard of the Master
  20. Jesus Wants These Little Feet
  21. Just Where You Are, Shine for Jesus
  22. Moment by Moment, in Touch with Thee
  23. O Love So Great and Wonderful
  24. Saved, Yes, Yes, O Wondrous Word
  25. Stand Firm, My Soul, and Bear the Cross for Jesus
  26. Teach Me to Pray
  27. Thank God for the Bible, the Book That We Love
  28. ’Tis the Loving Savior
  29. To Whom Shall We Go but to Jesus?
  30. We Read in God’s Word of a Scarlet Line
  31. When the Sunlight of the Savior’s Love Shines in
  32. Wonderful Gift
  33. Wonderful Love That the Father