“I repeated it to the last line, and then sank in blissful dreams away. When I came out from that nursing home, before I could walk, I just crawled to Charles Wesley’s grave near this home and gave God thanks for all that Charles Wesley had been to Christendom, and especially for what he had been to me.” The following letter, quoted in part, from a woman who underwent an operation tells of the influence of Hymns in Hospital “I am sending you my testimony for the prayer meeting. First I want you to thank God with me and for me that all is well. Then ask God to bless each and every nurse up here because they certainly are a splendid lot. They hold chapel here every morning. The day I was operated they sang, ‘I need thee every hour.’ I felt they were just singing that for me. “I was terribly frightened when I lay on the table but I prayed that God would be near me. I certainly felt His presence. I could not see Him, neither could I see the two doctors in the operating room but I knew they were there just the same. Do you wonder that the first words I said after the operation were, ‘O Light that followest all my way’? “It surely means something to have a Friend who can go with you down even to the valley of the shadow of death. The next morning was the worst yet and they sang: ‘Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.’ “What do you think of that? Why, if I had been the only one in the hospital they could not have sung anything better for me. “Just across the way from me there lies a lady very ill, and the other night while I was awake, I heard her singing, soft and sweet and trembling, ‘Or if my way lie Where death o’erhanging nigh, My soul doth terrify With sudden chill.’ And then her voice came out strong: ‘Yet I am not afraid: Whilst softly on my head Thy tender hand is laid, I fear no ill.’” Here is another testimony when Patients Listened to “Precious Name” Early one morning in a city hospital, above the distracting noise, there was heard the sweet voice of a woman repeatedly singing the refrain: “Precious Name, O how sweet! Hope of earth and joy of heaven.” No silver bell ever sounded more clearly and no appeal was more winsome than these lines as they were heard by the sick and dying. It is not known whether she herself was a sufferer. In any case her message wafted through the air came with cheering timeliness to the men and women on their beds of sickness. One who heard it then has not forgotten its effect after fifteen years, and it will be a choice memory for years to come. The reference to the bell recalls an incident when Church Bells Reminded Her Of an Old Hymn An aged saint who dwelt beneath the shadow of her church was lying in a last sickness and it occurred to her pastor that the peals, breaking the stillness of the night, might disturb her. On being told about it, she said: