ert Moffatt and James Montgomery.

In 1843 she married a minister, Rev. Samuel Luke. After his death in 1868
she devoted much of her time to promoting the erection of parsonages in
parishes that were too poor to provide them for their pastors.

When an international convention of the Christian Endeavor society was
held in Baltimore in 1904, Mrs. Luke sent the following message to the
young people:

"Dear children, you will be men and women soon, and it is for you and the
children of England to carry the message of a Saviour's love to every
nation of this sin-stricken world. It is a blessed message to carry, and
it is a happy work to do. The Lord make you ever faithful to Him, and
unspeakably happy in His service! I came to Him at ten years of age, and
at ninety-one can testify to His care and faithfulness."

She died in 1906 at the age of ninety-three years. Although she wrote a
great deal of inspiring Christian literature, it is only her beautiful
"Sweet Story of Old" that has come down to us.

Redemption's Story in a Hymn

There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.

He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by His precious blood.

There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.

O dearly, dearly has He loved,
And we must love Him too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1848.

AN ARCHBISHOP'S WIFE WHO WROTE HYMNS

Shortly before the death in 1911 of Archbishop William Alexander, primate
of the Anglican Church in Ireland, he remarked that he would be
remembered as the husband of the woman who wrote "The roseate hues of
early dawn" and "There is a green hill far away."

The humble prelate was right. Although he occupied an exalted position in
the Church less than two decades ago, few people today recall his name.
But who has not heard the name of Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander, who,
in spite of multitudinous duties as wife and mother, found time to be a
parish worke