HOME, SWEET HOME
"From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised."—Psa. 113:44The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens. (Psalm 113:4).
Praise, praise ye the name of Jehovah, our God,
Declare, oh declare ye His glories abroad;
Proclaim ye His mercy from nation to nation,
Till the uttermost islands have heard his salvation.
AS fast as we could we hastened to Beyrout where we spent three days with great delight, visiting places of interest. Most precious to me was the meeting with Jews, who listened to what I told them about the "one thing needful." Before leaving that city I was favored with a visit from several of them, who came to bid me farewell in the name of the God of Abraham. Having informed them that the object of my visit to that land was to establish a mission among the Jews, they said, "If, indeed, what you have told us be true, may God crown your effort with success. If, however, you are mistaken, and your teaching is not true, may God frustrate your endeavors.”
Thus I parted with my poor brethren, entered a small boat and soon was brought to a fine steamer, where I took my berth. Soon my luggage came from the hotel. Good-bye to Beyrout; good-bye to Syria.
The signal being given, the splendid vessel began her voyage on the blue Mediterranean. My eyes rest on the "land of my fathers," so dear to Jews, and now more than ever precious to me. Onward we go, to reach "home, sweet home," in dear old England.
So the journey ended, and the "mission to the land of my fathers" has been crowned with great success. A mission has since been opened, and a servant of Christ now labors in the land of Israel, with Joppa as headquarters. Let the missionaries labor, and let the churches pray for the peace of Jerusalem. "For if the casting away of them be the reconciling of the world, what shall the receiving of them be but life from the dead?”
We pray that through the mercy of God much blessing may result to many of my own people through the preaching of the Gospel in the Land of my Fathers.
The isles of the deep shall lift up their voice,
And nations afar shall hear and rejoice;
The harp that was broken sweetly shall ring,
And Judah return to her Savior and King.
Go sound it abroad, the tidings proclaim,
Salvation is purchased through Him that was slain.