The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1912-05-06

Three thousand years have rolled
into history since David wrote it.
The harp upon which he used to
play to charm King Saul in his melan-
choly moods; the book OF the law out
of which he read and from which he
received his inspiration to do the will
of God; the sling with which he used
to hnrl the stone; the giant walls OF
Jerusalem; the palace in which he
lived; the stone upon which he sal
when he governed the people, all have
crumbled into dust and they could not
possibly be found today by any posi-
bility, of means or research yet this
Psalm is just as inspiring to me as
the day he wrote it.
To me, nothing is sweeter than the
truth OF ii.
II uni to me like the song OF
many angels.
I am sure the infant Jesus used I'd
lisp it as He kneIt by His mothers
knee, for every Jewish child was
taught familiarity with the Psalms
and prophets.
Little children have lisped it at
their mothers side.
Pilgrims, pushing their way over
roads hard and rough to travel have
received the inspiration.
Prisoners in their cell have for
gotten their chains as they say: "The
Lord is my Shepherd"
Martyrs have gone t. the stake and
became insensibIe to the pain.
Old men and women, young men
and maidens, have pillowed their
heads upon His omnipotent. un.
changeable words and have swept. in
to glory to meet the Lord, whom not
having seen they love.
a friend OF mine was preaching. in
Illinois and was being entertained in
the home Of a superannuated Baptist
minister, and the old mn lay dying.
They came in the morning and
awakened my friend and asked If he
would ON down.
He went and said Good morning,
Father Chaplin, how are your
The old mai would stare blankly
and say, II neve saw you before;
who are you?"
My friend would return at noon
and step to the bedside and ask the
same question:
How are you, Father Chapin?' and
the old man would gaze and say:
How did you get in the house? ]
never saw you before"
MY friend would tell him who he
was and then he would smile and
say:
Yes, l do remember you"
One morning about 2 O'clock they
came to my friends room and raped
and said:
Hurry up, Mr.. Hauser. come down;
Father Chaplin is dying"
He hurriedly dressed and rushed to
the bedside.
The wife and children were stand
ing by. The wife brushed the hair
from the old mans forehead, kissed
him and said:
Death Of Father Chaplin.
Father, do you know me?"
The old man stared biankly and ut
tered never a word. Then his daugh-
ter Ruth came and said:
Father. do you know me?" n he
looked and said:
who are your"
Il am Ruth, your daughter Ruth
The old man said:
mo, no., God never gave us a child
Their hear+5 were breaking, and my
friend bent low and said;
Father Chaplin, do you know Jesus
Christi" and at the mention Of His
name the cid man almost leaped from
the bed. He sat upright, looked about
and said:
Who said Jesus? Know Him
l preached His blessed gospel fol
fortY-five years, and 10, though
walk through the valley Of the shadow
Of death / will fear no evil"
Different names have been assigned
this portion Of Gods word by different
commentators. One man called it the
creed Psalm.
He was asked In a meeting like thi:
to stand up and give his creed, and
he repeated Psalm xiii.
He said:
"That is all the creed / know, all
feel / need. My mother taught me IL
repeat it twenty-five years ago and
I have done so morn and eve.
81 don't understand it. / am jus
now beginning to learn the a b G out
OF which / can coin a few words which
will express it. in a limited degree
the blessings that have filed my sou
because / have tried to follow the
God that inspired the David to write
it,"
Another man called it the minstre
song, and that's a good name, toe.
1t is singing and winging Its way
up and down the earth, causing meE
and women to forget their sorrow
charming away grief; driving away
their sinful thoughts and wicked de-
sires.
Prisoners in Tneir cells have beer
inspired AND felt their chains snap
/ think it has charmed more drunk.
ards from their cups, more libertines
from their infanly, more skepttcs from
their bIasphemy, more gamblers from
their cards, and as such 1t is still
winging and singing its way and Il
will not a to do what 1t has don,
until it has fulfilled it's earthly mis-.
sion, then it will wing its flight bacl
again to the throne Of the God tina
gave it and fold its wings like 1
tired dove, to go up and down tn,
earth nj more.
That's a good name for it, Its SOM
has charmed you, its melody hal
charmed me. That's the reason Tn
trying to be a christian and preach
to you.
TT called me from the booze joint
from disappearing the God that madi
me, it called me from the gambling
hell, from trying to call the turn OF
the races from living q good for moth.
ing, useless life, it has called me from
those things to try and be decent an,
help others.
Psalm OF the Lark.
Annfbar caIlad IL fha nee Ia. NJ ~.