“Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o’er, Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.” Instantly, in a clear voice, the traveler sent ringing down the hills the glad response in his brother’s words: “The promised land, from Pisgah’s top, I now exult to see: My hope is full, O glorious hope! Of immortality.” And then the two greatest little men in all England, John Wesley and Isaac Watts, met and talked together of the deep things of God. How indebted we are to these two men for the enrichment of English hymnody! Watts sang of the majesty of God while Charles Wesley, the brother of the founder of Methodism, magnified the love of God, but all three were one in purpose. We join with Watts in singing, “Jesus shall reign where’er the sun,” and with the same enthusiasm we sing with Charles Wesley, “Jesus, Lover of My Soul.” How profoundly Watts had influenced his contemporaries is seen in John Wesley’s Last Hymn The great evangelist had reached the age of eighty-eight and his passing hence was in a cloud of glory. Arnold Lunn thus describes it in his book _John Wesley_:[2] “The end was very beautiful. He lingered for three days, surrounded by those who loved him. No pain, only a growing sense of weakness, and a tranquil acceptance of the inevitable. He slept much and spoke little, but sometimes the dying flame flickered up, and the inner light which had changed the face of England glowed with its old intensity. On the afternoon before he died, he surprised his friends by bursting into song: ‘I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers.’ He sang two verses and then sank back exhausted. These lines were from Watts’ well-known hymn. Some hours passed as Wesley continued to sink, and with ebbing strength his last words of triumphant faith were: “The best of all is, God is with us.” Such a consciousness of the divine presence has sustained many others. Here is one instance entitled: Singing Their Farewell Having spent forty years in educational work in England, a Scotch schoolmaster and his wife moved back to their native land to spend their days of retirement. Since they were active in one of the local churches, the membership came together for a farewell service. When they came to sing the closing hymn, choice was made of an arrangement of Psalm 34.[3] Doubtless the aged couple going into the sunset period of life afterwards recalled the words which they and their friends in Christian service sang that evening: “Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. . . . . . . . . . Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear; Make you His service your delight, He’ll make your wants His care.”