Over and over again during those last days of weakness and suffering he quoted the hymn of Dr. Frank Mason North, which had grown to be his favorite among the many hymns he knew. He (the Rev. Charles L. Peck) told the writer he believed the hymn was destined to become increasingly popular. It was sung at his funeral. “Jesus, the calm that fills my breast, No other heart than Thine can give; This peace unstirred, this joy of rest, None but Thy loved ones can receive. . . . . . . . . . O Christ, through changeful years my Guide, My Comforter in sorrow’s night, My Friend when friendless—still abide, My Lord, my Counselor, my Light. My times, my powers, I give to Thee; My inmost soul ’tis Thine to move; I wait for Thy eternity, I wait, in peace, in praise, in love.”[6] The Christian heroism of another young man is described in what might be called “Through Every Day” for A Thousand Days He was in training to be a physician when he was stricken with a deadly disease. He then resolved to face the situation manfully. Dr. Merton S. Rice thus refers to this case: “He immediately adopted every precaution in what he knew must be a long, long contest, if he should live. Day after day, for weeks, months and years, that indomitable young soul fought that fight with death. Every day he held scientific record of his life for one thousand and fifteen days. He has charted on an unbroken chart the full record of his heart and his temperature, and in eleven volumes of carefully listed observations of life pursued by death he has left us this great story. Through it all, and down to the very last breath of it all he has sung, and then asked us to sing when he was gone: “‘Through every day, O’er all the way, God will take care of you.’” Here is what a veteran confessed at a time when he “Sank in Blissful Dreams Away” “I am now in my seventy-third year, and just completing the fiftieth year of my ministry,” said the Rev. T. Ferrier Hulme, D.D., fraternal delegate from the Wesleyan Methodist Church of England to the General Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church in Kansas City, May, 1928. In closing his address he said: “May I give you my experience? I have known Jesus for many years. I have been preaching for fifty years. Twelve years ago it seemed as if my work was done. I was laid low by a terrible illness, and had to undergo a major operation that might well have been fatal. My life was in the balance. I said: ‘Charles Wesley, What have you for me? Give me something short and sweet.’ And he gave me: ‘Jesus, the first and last, On whom my soul is cast; Thou didst Thy work begin In blotting out my sin; Thou wilt the root remove, And perfect me in love. Yet when the work is done, The work is but begun; Partaker of Thy grace I long to see Thy face; The first I prove below, The last I die to know.’