vealed upon the streets and at great crossings of the avenues; and I
have watched them by the hour as they passed, by tens of thousands. This
is no more than many another man whose sympathies are with the crowd and
with the eager, unsatisfied folk of the world, has done.

"As I recall it, I came to write the hymn itself at the suggestion of
Professor C. T. Winchester, who, as a member of the committee on the new
hymnal, was struggling with the fact that we have so few modern
missionary hymns. He said to me one day, 'Why do you not write us a
missionary hymn?' I wrote what was in my thought and feeling.... That it
has found its way into so many of the modern hymnals and by translation
into so many of the other languages, is significant not as to the quality
of the hymn itself but as to the fact that it is an expression of the
tremendous movement of the soul of the gospel in our times which demands
that the follower of Christ must make the interest of the people his own,
and must find the heart of the world's need if he is in any way to
represent his Master among men."

Another lovely hymn by North was written in 1884. The first stanza reads:

Jesus, the calm that fills my breast
No other heart than Thine can give;
This peace unstirred, this joy of rest,
None but Thy loved ones can receive.

The spirit of this hymn reminds us very much of the two classic hymns of
Bernard of Clairvaux--"O Jesus, joy of loving hearts" and "Jesus, the
very thought of Thee." The last line quoted above is evidently inspired
by a line from the latter hymn.

A Gripping Hymn by a Girl

O'er Jerusalem Thou weepest
In compassion, dearest Lord!
Love divine, of love the deepest,
O'er Thine erring Israel poured,
Crieth out in bitter moan,
"O loved city, hadst thou known
This thy day of visitation,
Thou wouldst not reject salvation."

By the love Thy tears are telling,
O Thou Lamb for sinners slain,
Make my heart Thy temple dwelling,
Purged from every guilty stain!
O forgive, forgive my sin!
Cleanse me, cleanse me, Lord, within!
I am Thine since Thou hast sought me,
Since Thy precious blood hath bought me.

O Thou Lord of my salvation,
Grant my soul Thy blood-bought peace.
By the tears of lamentation
Bid my faith and love increase.
Grant me grace to love Thy Word,
Grace to keep the mess