The Fulfilment of a Dream of Pastor Hsi's: The Story of the Work in HwochowCable, Mildred
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The Fulfilment of a Dream of Pastor Hsi's: The Story of the Work in Hwochow
Cable, Mildred
Missions -- China -- Huo-hsien (Shansi Province)
PREACHING THE GOSPEL, HEALING THE SICK,
TELLING OF THE DAILY ROUTINE 223
CHAPTER XXIII
A CASKET OF JEWELS, BEING AN ACCOUNT OF THE
GIRLS' SCHOOL 233
CHAPTER XXIV
THE TREASURE HOUSE, WHERE THE READER IS SHOWN
THE LAPIDARY AT WORK 247
CHAPTER XXV
CONCLUSION, BEING A REVIEW OF THE PRESENT
SITUATION 257
APPENDIX 263
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
MRS. HSI _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
A WOMAN OPIUM SMOKER 82
PASTOR WANG 136
WOMEN'S BIBLE SCHOOL 160
"PUPPY" AND HER MOTHER 218
THE TEACHING STAFF 228
SOME KINDERGARTEN SCHOLARS 236
LING AI, HER CHILDREN, AND HER MOTHER, MRS. LIANG 252
PROLOGUE
THE spirit of the Confucian scholar Hsi met with its Master Christ, and
overwhelmed by the vision yielded all to His control. Constrained by His
love the souls of men were sought and won; led by His Spirit, churches
were established in the faith; sharing His sufferings, their failures
became his burden.
In the darkest days the Hwochow Church has known, when many forsook
their faith, he was strengthened by a dream, in which he saw a tree cut
down to the ground, only to sprout again, and throw out branches
stronger than before.
In his dream, Pastor Hsi knew this tree to be the Hwochow Church. He
knew that though it were brought low, it would revive, and by faith
obtained the promise, the fulfilment of which is recorded in these
pages.
When Thou wouldst pour the Living Stream
Then I would be the earthen cup,
Filled to the brim and sparkling clear.
The Fountain Thou and Living Spring
Flow Thou through me, the vessel weak,
That thirsty souls may taste Thy grace.
When Thou wouldst warn the people, Lord,
Then I would be the golden bell
Swung high athwart the lofty tower
Morning and evening sounding loud;
That young and old may wake from sleep,
Yea, e'en the deaf hear that strong sound.
When Thou wouldst light the darkness, Lord,
Then I would be the silver lamp
Whose oil supply can never fail.
Placed high, to shed the beams afar,
That darkness may be turned to light,
And men and women see Thy face.
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