ve become famous as a hymn-writer had he
chosen such a career.

His poetic gift had its roots in childhood. Phillips was brought up in a
pious New England home. Every Sunday the children of the Brooks household
were required to memorize a hymn, and, when the father conducted the
evening devotion on the Lord's day, the children recited their hymns.
When Phillips was ready to go to college, he could repeat no less than
two hundred hymns from memory. In his later ministry this knowledge
proved to be of inestimable value, and he frequently made effective use
of hymn quotations in his preaching. But, more than that, the childhood
training unconsciously had made of him a poet!

"O little town of Bethlehem," his most famous Christmas carol, was
written for a Sunday school Christmas festival in 1868, when Brooks was
rector of Holy Trinity Episcopal Church in Philadelphia. He was only
thirty-two years old at the time. Three years earlier he had visited the
Holy Land, and on Christmas eve he had stood on the star-lit hills where
the shepherds had watched their flocks. Below the hills he had seen the
"little town of Bethlehem," slumbering in the darkness just as it had
done in the night when Jesus was born. Later he had attended midnight
services in the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem.

He could never entirely forget the impressions of that sublime night,
and, when he was asked in 1868 to write a Christmas hymn for his Sunday
school, he put down on paper the song that long had been ringing in his
mind.

The beautiful tune "St. Louis," to which the hymn is usually sung, also
has an interesting story. It was composed by Lewis H. Redner, who was
organist and Sunday school superintendent of Dr. Brooks' church. When
Brooks asked Redner to write a suitable tune for the words, the latter
waited for the inspiration that never seemed to come. Christmas eve
arrived and Redner went to sleep without having written the tune. In the
middle of the night, however, he dreamed that he heard angels singing. He
awoke with the melody still sounding in his ears. Quickly he seized a
piece of paper, and jotted it down, and next morning he filled in the
harmony.

Redner always insisted that the hymn tune was "a gift from heaven," and
those who have learned to love its exquisite strains are more than
willing to believe it!

Phillips Brooks, though he never had a family of his own, possessed a
boundless love for children. That, perhaps, is one re