ason why the
Christmas season so fascinated him, and why he wrote so many Christmas
carols for children. One of these is famous for its striking refrain,
"Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight." "The voice of the
Christ-child" is the title of another Christmas carol. He also wrote a
number of Easter carols, among them, "God hath sent His angels."

But Phillips Brooks not only made a strong appeal to children; it was not
long before the great and learned men of America began to realize that a
great preacher and prophet had risen among them. There was need of such a
spiritual leader, for Unitarianism had threatened to engulf all New
England.

In its beginnings this movement was merely a protest against the stern
and forbidding aspects of the Christian religion as it had been
exemplified in New England Puritanism. It grew more and more radical,
however, until the deity of Christ was denied.

The old-fashioned religion of "Christ and Him crucified" was all but
forgotten in the intellectual circles of New England when a young man
thirty-four years of age began preaching in Trinity church, Boston. He
was preaching Jesus Christ, but he was presenting Him in a new and
wonderful light. Crowds began to fill the church. Even sedate old Harvard
was stirred.

That was the beginning of the ministry of Phillips Brooks in Boston, a
ministry that made him famous throughout the land. It marked the turning
point in religious tendencies in New England, and perhaps was the most
potent factor in checking the spread of the Unitarian doctrine. Brooks
was later elevated to a bishopric in his Church. He died in 1893.

It is said that when a little girl of five years was told by her mother
that "Bishop Brooks has gone to heaven," the child exclaimed, "Oh, mamma,
how happy the angels will be!"

The Story that Never Grows Old

I love to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down to earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.

I'm glad my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones should be;
And if I try to follow
His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,
Because He loves me so.

To sing His love and mercy
My sweetest songs I'll raise!
And though