Scripture Verse

Let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob; and He will teach us of His ways, and we will walk in His paths. Isaiah 2:3


Words: John G. Cha­fee, in The Gol­den Cen­ser, by Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry (New York: Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry and Iv­i­son, Phin­ney & Blake­man, 1864), page 44. Lit­tle Ar­thur Bain, with trem­u­lous voice and moist­ened eyes, ut­tered these words in the class-room.

Music: Phi­lip Phil­lips (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Cha­fee (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Philip Phillips


I’m trying to climb up Zion’s hill,
For the Savior whispers, “Love Me”;
Tho’ all beneath is dark as death,
Yet the stars are bright above me.
Then upward still, to Zion’s hill,
To the land of joy and beauty;
My path before shines more and more,
As it nears the golden city.


I’m climbing up Zion’s hill,
I’m climbing up Zion’s hill,
Climbing, climbing,
Climbing up Zion’s hill.

I know I’m but a little child,
My strength will not protect me;
But then I am the Savior’s lamb,
And He will not neglect me.
Then all the time I’ll try to climb
This holy hill of Zion;
For I am sure the way is pure,
And on it comes “no lion.”


Then come with me, we’ll upward go,
And climb this hill together;
And as we walk, we’ll sweetly talk,
And sing as we go thither.
Then mount up still God’s holy hill,
Till we reach the pearly portals;
Where raptured tongues proclaim the songs
Of the shining robed immortals.