Introduction

Words: Ca­the­rine K. Pen­ne­fa­ther, 1863.

Music: Ira D. San­key (🔊 pdf nwc).

A young la­dy of a ti­tled fa­mi­ly, walk­ing one day along the Strand, saw crowds push­ing in­to the large build­ing where we were hold­ing meet­ings. Fol­low­ing the crowd, she soon found her­self seat­ed and list­en­ing to a stir­ring ser­mon by Mr. Moo­dy.

I al­so sang this hymn as a so­lo. The whole ser­vice much im­pressed the young la­dy.

At the con­clu­sion of the meet­ing, when Mr. Moo­dy in­vit­ed all who de­sired to be­come Chris­tians to rise, she stood up with hun­dreds of oth­ers, and lat­er went in­to the in­qui­ry-room and there gave her heart to God.

When she went home she an­nounced to her fa­mi­ly that she had be­come a Chris­tian, and they laughed her to scorn. After a few weeks she de­cid­ed to leave her home and cast in her lot with those who were liv­ing for Christ.

She went to Mrs. Pen­ne­father, and put on the dress of a dea­con­ess. There she con­tin­ued for ov­er a year. One day, more than a year lat­er, she re­ceived a let­ter from her fa­ther, a Lord of the realm, ask­ing her to ac­com­pa­ny him on his yacht­ing trip to the north of Scot­land.

While on the trip she was suc­cess­ful in lead­ing her fa­ther to the Sav­iour.

Landing in Scot­land, they found some friends from Lon­don in a lit­tle fish­ing vil­lage. On Sun­day the ques­tion arose as to where they would at­tend ser­vice. They fi­nal­ly agreed to go to a neigh­bor­ing vi­llage where a vi­sit­ing cler­gy­man was to give an ad­dress.

The young la­dy and her fa­ther were great­ly im­pressed with the ser­mon.

The next day when they re­turned to his yacht, his Lord­ship re­marked that he would like to have that cler­gy­man preach his fu­ner­al ser­mon.

On the re­turn trip the old gen­tle­man caught a se­vere cold, and died soon af­ter­ward. The young la­dy com­mu­ni­cat­ed her fa­ther’s wish to the cler­gy­man, and he con­duct­ed the fu­ner­al ser­vic­es.

The cler­gy­man be­came in­ter­est­ed in the young la­dy, and sought her hand in mar­riage. Af­ter their wed­ding they moved to Scot­land, re­sid­ing on a large es­tate to which the cler­gy­man had fall­en heir.

When Mr. Moo­dy and I were car­ry­ing on the cam­paign in Scot­land we were in­vit­ed to vi­sit their cas­tle. Dur­ing our vi­sit there we held meet­ings in the neigh­bor­hood for the min­ers.

At the sug­ges­tion of our host we used to go in­to the for­est and cut down trees for ex­er­cise. Be­fore leav­ing the es­tate each of us plant­ed a tree near the cas­tle gate, and the cler­gy­man named one of them Moo­dy, and the oth­er San­key.

Sankey, pp. 204–06