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The Lutheran Pioneer.
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In the Morning.
In the morning, Lord, refresh us,
Satisfy us with Thy grace;
Let our days abound in gladness
At the shining of Thy face.
Lift Thine arm to Jabor for us,
Guard us with Thy staff and rod;
Let Thy beauty be upon us,
Beauty of the Lord, our God.
On our children be Thy glory, —
In Thy love supply their need, —
Glory of a gentle spirit,
Wisdom’s word and noble deed.
Make our toil for Thee effective,
That our work like Thine endure;
May Thy people and their labor
Stand eternally secure, ~
In the morning, Lord, refresh us,
Satisfy us with Thy grace;
Let our days abound in gladness
At the shining of Thy face.
Ernest A. BELL.
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A Little Child Shall Lead.
At the corner of the street just under my hill
in Seoul, Korea, lives Cheung. THe is a thatch-
yender, which occupation has rendered him two
benefits: one, money to buy drink with, and the
other, rest and refreshment. Cheung was no com-
mon drinker, with only a red nose and bleared eye
to show for it, not he. He was known to his world
in general and to Scoul in particular as a man who
could terrify the onlooking multitudes by the awful
manner of his spree. A hard, raucous voice he had
and a pair of foghorn lungs, a willowy kind of
body, too, loosely hung together, that could swing
to and fro, double up and right itself, go all ways
at once, and yet never lose its footing. These exer-
cises were preliminary to a regular periodical out-
break in the middle of the street. He accosted
every man that went by. If no reply was forth-
coming, he would swing off after the passer with
ugly menaces and threatenings. Something had
gone wrong with the entire universe in the mind of
Cheung. He talked to himself, kicked high at the
stone wall just in front, flung odds and ends, cast
dust in the air, and swore dreadful oaths. With
_all the spirit in him inspired to wild activity, he
would jump and whirl till he was ready to explode
from the vehemence of it. For a demon of uproar
nothing surely ever surpassed Cheung. The police,
like the Levite, went by on the other side, and the
street periodically yielded itself up and lay prone
while Cheung had his innings.
Suddenly a day came when it ceased. Cheung
was gone. Some one looking a bit like him, but
refined and purified, was seen going by with quiet
and softened step to a neighboring meeting-house.
He carried a New Testament and was seen by the
same wondering world with his face to the floor
praying to God. Dates arrived for returning up-
roars, but these came to pass no more. Month fol-
lowed month, and the old spirit of confusion was
evidently dead. Cheung is a quiet, oldish man now,
gentle in all his ways, whose lips have been touched
to say, “Thank God.”
How came it about? A little daughter of his
was sent to the mission school. She learned her
lessons, and her young heart drank deep of the
teaching. She learned to pray and read, and to
tell others of what she had found that was wonder-
ful. How she approached that wild father of hers,
what she said, how her child-faith grappled with
his untamed soul, with what soft influences she
wooed him away from his world of wild lawlessness
and landed him safely in a region of eternal calm,
I know not. She is but a plain, low-class girl, with
poor ancestry and a homely face, but, like Daniel
of old, the spirit of the Eternal is in her, and she
is in touch personally with that great and wondrous
Mystery, who deals in “broken earthenware.”
J. 8S. Gale in Christian Herald.
Immanuel Conference.
December 29 and 30, 1914, Immanuel Con-
ference held its annual midwinter sessions at Im-
manuel College, Greensboro, N. C. Conference was
opened Tuesday morning, December 29, with the
singing of Hymn 209 and the reading of Ps. 8+
by the President, Dir. F. Berg. Conference was
then formally organized. Dir. Berg was reelected
President, and Rev. C. R. March, Secretary. —
After the conclusion of business the regular pro-
gram was taken up. Rev. March read an interesting
paper on “Our Attitude towards Revivals.” ‘The
paper was discussed at length. It was resolved to
ask Rey. March to read his paper at public con-
ference next summer.
December 30, 9.45 a. M., session was opened with
the singing of Hymn 231 and an address by Rev.
Schwehn, who spoke on “What Constitutes Religious
Instruction in Our Schools.” Prof. Schmidt then