Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1875-11-04
The ReyiyaIists.


to visit the American cities, In the
cause of their Master, short sketch
of their personal and work will be of
interest to all classes of readers.
These gentlemen commenced their
American series of meetings in
Brooklyn, Sunday morning, October
Oath. No church edifice in that city
being large enough to accommo-
date the throng who desired to lis
ten to them, the large building
known as the Rink was fitted up for
this purpose. Its seating capacity is
about 5000, and yet it has been
found too small to accommodate the
immense throng that crowd upon
the services.
The New York Times describes
Mr.. MOODY as follows:
He is well-built man, with small,
shapely head, small features, full,
brown beard, and red face, indicative
of joliity and good humOr. He wore
clothes of clerical cut.
The New York Herald declares
the power of Mr.. MooDY phenome-
non, and acknowledges its inability
to account for his success. His style
is simple but earnest. He does not
write his sermons, neither is he what
might be called eloquent. 'But he
evidently" says the Cincinnati Ga
zette, "believes what he says; regards
it of vital Importance, and talks and
acts accordingly. Those who listen
can not help believing that he is in
earnest, and their attention and SYM
pathy are thus secured to an extent,
which in the case of an essay read
from the pulpit would be impossible.
If Moody should write his sermons
precisely as he delivers them, and
then read instead of talk, he would
no doubt lose his hold upon the
masses who crowd the place in which
his meetings are held. His style,
then, his earnest manner, and not his
polish or depth of thought or scholar
ship are the features that attract and
impress the people"
In an interview with reporter of
the N. Y. Tribune MT Moody speaks
of himself as follows:
ssI am the most oyerestimated man in
this country. By some means the peo-
pie look upon me as great man, but |
am only lay preacher, and have little |
learning. l don't know what will be-
come of me if the newspapers continue
to print all my sermons. My stock will |
be exhausted by and by, and l must re-
peat the old ideas and teachings. |
Brooklyn every Sunday hears score of
better sermons than | can preach. L
can't get up such sermons as Drs. Bud |
ington and Cuvler and Talmage, and |
many others who preach here week af-
ter week. don't know what | shall
do"
Mr.. Moody's simplicity and plain
ness of style seems to suit the peo-
pie, and it is this probably which
gives him such power over the mas
ses.
Mr.. SANKEY is a leading help to
Mr.. MOODY. OF him the n. Y.
World says:
"If two people could look more un-
like than Moody and Sankey, it would
be coincidence well worth ehroni-
cling. Mr.. Sankey has large head and
high forehead. His nose is long and
aquiline, and his chin sharp cut and pro-
jecting. His face is broad and ruddy,
but with here and there relief to the
bright red color that pervades the whole
countenance of his co-laborer. He
wears side-whiskers and mustache, and
shows a set of white teeth when sing
ing. He sits at the melodeon through
out the service, and, when his turn
comes, dips into it with hearty good
will quite exilarating to behold"
The Herald tells of SANKEY'S solo
in these lines:
Sankey's singing has no tricks of vo-
calism. Take an average Sunday
school singer and magnify the volume
of his voice eighteen or twenty times,
and you have Sankey. But it is not his
clear, full, rounded voice alone that has
made him so successful. His hymns
have a music in them that possesses a
great charm for the mass of church-go-
ing people who neither understand nor |
care for the dazzling intrieacies of ope-
ratio or concerted music"
The hymn which Mr.. SANKEY
sings with the most pronounced eff
feet is ''Ninety and Nine," as fol- ,
lows: II
There were ninety and nine that safely
lay
In the shelter of the fold,
But one was our on the hills away, /,
Far Off from the gates of gold
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherds care.
''Lord, thou hast here Thy ninety and
nine, !
Are they not enough for Thee?n
But the Shepherd made answer: oTis
Has wandered away from me;
And although the road be rough and
steep,
I 90 to the desert to find my Sheep
But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark the right that the Lord .
passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out of the desert He heard its cry Is
Sick and helpless and ready to die.
'Iord, whence are those blood-drops all
the way
That mark out the mountains traek?"
'sThey were shed for one who had gone
astray {
Ere the Shepherd could bring him
back"
Lord, whesce are Thy hands SO rent |
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