Here is a suggestive story quoted from _The Sunday School Times_ about Jazz and Sacred Music A Christian mother recently found no little difficulty in leading her ’teen-age girls to overcome the habit of singing jazz. It is what they heard over the neighbor’s radio, in school, on the street, everywhere. And in order to cure the habit there seemed to be need for something more than the negative command, “Don’t sing such songs, girls!” At length she hit upon a solution to the problem. When the girls burst into “Carolina moon, keep shining,” the mother would begin, very quietly and with apparent lack of purpose, “He leadeth me! oh! blessed thought! Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught.” And it was not long until the singing voices began to follow her. The central message of the Gospel is well illustrated in this Spiritual Experience in Song At a world’s convention of Christian Endeavor Societies, the various delegations went to their respective places in the tent, singing different hymns. The New Zealand deputation marched in singing, “O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer’s praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumph of His grace!” They were listened to in silence, until they reached the stanza: “He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me.” Then the vast audience could no longer refrain from joining them, for the verse truthfully expressed the spiritual experience of all the company. It was an impressive experience which strengthened the bond of unity when a group joined in this Evening Prayer of Young Campers The young people who had spent the evening together were about to separate and go to their several tents and cottages. “Why not a song-prayer together?” asked one. The suggestion was favorably received. These were the words they sang just before they retired: “Glory to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light: Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath the shadow of Thy Wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill which I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. . . . . . . . . . O let my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep which shall me more vigorous make, To serve my God, when I awake.” The culminating moment at a missionary meeting was reached when the assembly sang a hymn, Acknowledging God’s Claims