A group of Bedouin women in Lebanon were listening for the first time to the preaching of the gospel. It was all new to them, and one woman was afraid that she might forget the Name which had fallen so sweetly on her ears. "Tell me the Name again," she pleaded; and returned to her wandering life with the Name of "Jesus" as her one link with eternal truth.
“Tell me the Name again, lest I forget it,
The Name of Him who died to set us free."
`Tis `Jesus,' Savior'; ne'er wilt thou regret it
If thou wilt let His love lay hold on thee.
His Name above all other names is glorious,
A place of Refuge in a day of strife;
To trust Him fully is to be victorious
In every hour and circumstance of life.
“Tell me the Name, then, when the day is dawning,
Ere through the busy world my way I take.”
`Tis 'WONDERFUL'— He'll gild the dullest morning,
If thou wilt live thy life for Jesus' sake.
“Tell me the Name when noontide finds me viewing
With anxious eyes the problems that oppress."
`Tis 'COUNSELOR'— thy failing strength renewing,
He'll teach thee wisdom, banish thy distress.
"Tell me the Name when evening shadows, creeping
O'er land and sea, proclaim the coming night."
'Tis 'EVERLASTING FATHER' —He unsleeping,
Will let no threat of ill thy soul affright.
“Tell me the Name when, life's short journey ending,
My senses fail, my mortal eyes grow dim."
`Tis 'PRINCE OF PEACE,' all human peace transcending,
He'll give thee rest; thou shalt abide in Him.
Tell them the Name—its beauty, its perfection—who never heard our blessed Master's fame. Tell of His life, His death, His resurrection, tell of His power to save; tell THEM the Name!
J. D. Maitland-Kerwin, British Syrian Mission