“Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord And thus surround the throne.” “The light that never was on sea or land” crept into their faces as they recalled the days and the songs of their pilgrimage, and blended their voices in the triumphant refrain: “We’re marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion; We’re marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God.” Then, to give emphatic expression to their Christian joy, when Dr. Charles W. Baldwin, a veteran leader, ninety-one years of age, gave the signal, they exclaimed in unison: “Hallelujah!” But those who are in active service show their spirit of consecration by being Ready for Another Day’s Work The business had been transacted, the committees had reported, and the resolutions of appreciation had been read. The closing moments of the Methodist Conference were approaching. Soon the presiding bishop would read the appointments, and one hundred and eighty ministers would enter on a new year of ministry. Several of these would be assigned to new fields. Many had seen years of service. For some of them this would probably be the closing year, for it generally happens that during the year some fall at the post of duty. But among the number there were nine young men who for the first time would enter on their great adventure of ministerial service. The closing hymn selected was one rarely heard at such a moment, yet it was impressively appealing, and soon all the ministers were blending their voices in the words of Miss Warner: “One more day’s work for Jesus, One less of life for me! But heaven is nearer, And Christ is dearer Than yesterday, to me.” In connection with what was said above about young ministers, it was an impressive occasion When a Bishop Sang at the Ordination Service A group of young men were ordained into the ministry of the Methodist Episcopal Church on a glorious Sunday afternoon in May in the presence of many hundreds of ministers, relatives and others. The service apparently was about to end when Bishop Adna W. Leonard knelt inside the altar by the side of these young preachers. By pre-arrangement with the organist, the strains of music softly came and then the voice of the bishop was heard singing the expressively appropriate words: “It may not be on the mountain’s height, Or over the stormy sea; It may not be at the battle’s front My Lord will have need of me; But if by a still small voice He calls To paths that I do not know, I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Thine, I’ll go where You want me to go.” The young ministers who had just taken upon themselves the solemn vows of the ordination service then joined with the soloist in the chorus: “I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord, O’er mountain or plain or sea; I’ll say what You want me to say, dear Lord, I’ll be what You want me to be.”