Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-02-26
DANIEL UP TO DATE
The Evangelist Tells a Great Bible
Story.
THE LESSON OF THE PROPHETS LIFE
Meetings Held Yesterday During
the Storm.
GATHERING OF WOMEN

Notwithstanding the binding snowstorm
Of yesterday afternoon, a crowd Of nearly
1000 people found their way to the Moody
meeting and heard one Of the most elo-
Quent addresses yet made. AS usual, the
singing was a pleasant feature of the &C.
casion. end surprisingly large proportion
or the choir had braved the storm to take
part in the exercises. There were solos by
Mr.. Sankey and by Miss Alice Kimball, who
sang with marked effect the hymn,
tbs a true and truthful saying.
Jesus died for sinful men,"
There was an eloquent prayer by Rev.
DR.. Hamlin Of the Church Of the Covenant,
who asked for a benediction upon all those
who were in the darkness, that would light
them with the conviction of His mercy
and love.
Mr.. Moody took for his text the seventh
verse from the second chapter Of Luke:
And laid Him in manger. because there
vas no room for them in the inn."
His talk was largely confined to an expo
sition of the simplicity and the total lack
OF ostentat1on that had marked the coming
of Christ upon earth. Withal there has been
always marked tendency on the part of
the world to refuse a welcome to the Savior
Like the inn of Bethlehem. there is no
room for Christ In the hearts Of many peo-
pie Princes of earth come and go and
their ways are marked by feasting and ju-
bilation, but the Prince of Peace. who came
to seek and to save, to bless and not to
curse when He came to earth, made His
appearance in manger of a lowly stable.
1t was an earnest and impassioned ed
dress and was filled with many striking
expressions of truth. At the conclusion CT
the address the meeting was turned into
Christian conversation, and for half an
hour exhorters went through the congrega-
ton to hold out a hand to those who were
In darkness in an effort to lead them into
light
Last Nights Service.
Mr.. Moody and the Storm King wrestled
last night. and the evangelist won. Travel
was dangerous, yet thousands Of Washing
tonians refused to acknowledge the snow
blockade, and faced the discomfort Of q bad
night, and the danger OF a worse cold, to
seek the warmth and shelter of consolation
at the shrine of Christian counsel. They
found 1t. The electric lamps never burned
more brightly; and songs Of praise never
sounded sweeter. and the eloquent truths Of
Mr.. Moody never fell with a more humaniz-
ing influence on the hearts of his auditors.
The glow Of Christian fellowship inside was
heightened by contrast with the dreariness
and the bleakness of the outside world. The
elements were unheeded and a throng at
tended. When the services began great
Convention Hall was just about half full,
but before they closed over two-thirds Of
the seats were filled. The service was tn
tended especially for men. The number of
ladies was small but the sex was repre-
scented. Several old ladies were there with
little girls. A number of young lassies
were well up In front. and they did not
seem disturbed at the preponderance of the
lords of creation. Under one-haif the sin
gers were present, and a goodly majority Of
these Ladies' nj MOO6v
Daniel. He told of the strength and hon.
esty of his convictions; of his temptations,
his trials, and his triumphs. He drew a
parallel between the Cody man and the
man of the period, to the disadvantage of
the latter. He adjured us to follow the ex-
ample of Daniel; to resist temptations; to
shun all that is evil; to bow down only to
the Great God of Gods, and to stick to the
narrow path of honesty and right.
Opening With Song.
1t was little after when Director Eos
ter assembled his stand. A moment more
and an ocean of melodious sound waves
rolled through the hall. 1t was William G.
Bradburys hymn No. 291 which was being
sung. Holy, Holy, is the Lord was the
title. and it's theme had been suggested by
the text from Psalms 6I:5: Let all the
people praise Thee, oh, God"
Holy, holy, is the Lord; sing out, we peo-
Pile; gladly adore Him; let the mountains
tremble at His word; let the hills be joyful
by His might, wisdom and boundless mer-
cy; great is Jehovah, King over ALL" The
audience was at this juncture seemingly
unsympathetic. But they were yielding to
the influence of song. A little rest. and the
stirring strains of In the Shadow of His
Wings pealed forth from the choir. 1t
was in the book as hymn No Az, was COM
posed by Rev. J. B. Atchinson and E. o.
Excel, and had in it the inspiration of the
text: Hide me under the shadow of His
WINGS" Psalms II IS. Out and along the
hall it swelled, putting the listeners more
and more in touch with the time as its
hopeful words fell on the ear: In The
shadow of His wings there is rest, sweet
there is rest for friend and neighbor, in the
shadow of His WINGS" Number g." shout
ed the leader; " i Looked to Jesus number
g. There was a rapid fiuttering of pages
and twirl of the baton. and it ran: Il
| looked to Jesus in sin, my woe and want
confessing; undone and lost, ] came TO
Him, and sought and found blessing" 1t
was written by Ed Nathan and James Nc
Granahan, and had been built around the
words of c. H. Spurgeon: Il looked to
Jesus He looked to me, and we We're one
forever
Number 81. Wait and Murmur Not
| there is home. beyond the reach of toll
and care; a home where changes never
come; who would not fain be resting?'
This beautiful hymn was given to the
WOrlQ w. II. belidIly anu w lllldm j.
Kirkpatrick, and at its head are these
words from Samuel 3:26 1T is good that a
man hope and quietly watt
After this the following hymns were rem
dered in quick succession, and any chilliness
which the people had at the beginning was
being thawed out at every line: Hymn No.
ABB, Charles Wesley and Lewis Edison,
Arise, my soul. arise. shake off thy guilty
fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears
Before the throne. my Surety stands
My name is written on His hands,"
hymn 1856, LAS Pants the Heart" No. 335
Christ, the Fountain" and hymn No. 3I5
1.-THE Wondrous Cross
During all this time Mr.. Sankey had been
moving around among the people on the
platform exchanging greetings with scores
of the acquaintance which he has made
during this trip to Washington.
Mr.. Moody Arrives.
Mr.. Moody had arrived while the choir
was singing the above mentioned hymn, and
taking a seat on the rostrum, calmly
awaited its conclusion. He looked his audi
ence in the eye and seemed the perfection
of self-possession. He sat well back in his
ample arm chair and every now and then
scratched his beard and finished 1t off with
sort of a smoothing down stroke AS the
last word of the hymn faded away, he arose
from his seat with youthful spring and
said with great rapidity, and as though he
had said the same thing many times be-