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Title: A Century of history of the Walnut Street Presbyterian Church of Evansville, Indiana : with sketches of it's (sic) pastors, officers, and prominent members and reminiscences of early times
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Reilly, Mary French Clifford, Emily Orr
Subjects: Walnut Street Presbyterian Church (Evansville, Ind.) Evansville (Ind.) -- History Evansville (Ind.) -- Biography
Publisher: Evansville, Ind. : Kirkpatrick-Heim
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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my own upliftingThe love which answers mine. 1 have but Thee, 0 Father! Let Thy spiritBe with me then to comfort and uphold; No gate of pearl, no branch of palm, I merit,Nor street of shining gold. Suffice it if—my good and ill unreckoned. And both forgiven thro Thy abounding grace— I find myself by hands familiar beckonedUnto my fitting place. Some humble door among Thy many mansions. Some sheltering shade, where sin and striving cease, And flows forever through Heavens green expansionsThe river of Thy peace. There, from the music round about me stealing,I fain would learn the new and holy song. And find, at last, beneath Thy trees of healing.The life for which I long. Mary French Reilly. 101 History of theWalnut Street Presbyterian Church PART II. DEDICATION To the children and young people of the church of today this volume is dedicated, with the hope, that, inspired by its story of faith and good works they may be able to do greater things than these in the years to come. 102
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THE PILGRIM CHURCH. (Hymn quoted by Rev. W. H. McCarer in his last sermon inthe old Church, Sunday, February 26th, 1860.) Far down the ages now.Much of her journey done. The Pilgrim Church pursues her wayUntil her crown be won. The story of the Past Comes up before her view. How well it seems to suit her still,Old and yet ever new. It is the oft-told tale Of sin and weariness,Of grace and love yet flowing down, To pardon and to bless. No wider is the gate. No broader is the way.No smoother is the ancient path That leads to Life and day. No sweeter is the cup. Nor less our lot of ill,Twas tribulation ages since, Tis tribulation still. No slacker grows the fight, No feebler is the foe.Nor less the need of armor tried Of shield and spear and bow. Thus onward yet we pressThro evil and through good. Thro pain and poverty and want.Thro perils and through blood. Still faithful to our God, And to our Captain true.We follow where He leads the way. The Kingdom in our view. 104 CONTENTS—PART I

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