Rev. George Duffield, also of Philadelphia and a close friend of the greatly lamented Tyng, felt that the words were too impressive to be lost. On the following Sunday he preached a sermon in his own church on Ephesians 6:14, "Stand, therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness." As he concluded his sermon, he read the words of a poem he had written, "Stand up, stand up for Jesus." Not only did Duffield preserve the dying words of his devoted friend, but it will be noted that the second stanza also contains the challenge of Tyng's last revival sermon: "Go now, ye that are men, and serve the Lord." The superintendent of Duffield's Sunday school printed the words of the poem for distribution among his scholars. One of these leaflets found its way to a religious periodical, where it was published. Soon it began to appear in hymn-books, being generally set to a tune composed by George J. Webb a few years earlier. It is said that the first time the author heard it sung outside of his own church was in 1864, when the Christian men in the Army of the James sang it in their camp, just before they were about to enter into a bloody battle. As originally written, the hymn contained six stanzas. The second and fifth are omitted from most hymn-books. These stanzas read: Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The solemn watchword hear; If while ye sleep He suffers, Away with shame and fear; Where'er ye meet with evil, Within you or without, Charge for the God of Battles, And put the foe to rout. Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Each soldier to his post: Close up the broken column, And shout through all the host: Make good the loss so heavy, In those that still remain, And prove to all around you That death itself is gain. The omission of these lines is really no loss, since they sink far beneath the literary level of the remaining verses. They also carry the military imagery to needless length. A Hymn of Spiritual Yearning We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness, the final strife. We would see Jesus, the great Rock-foundation Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace: Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face. We would see Jesus: other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing: We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee. We would see Jesus: this is all we're needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight; We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading; Then welcome day, and farewell, mortal night. Anna Bartlett Warner, 1851.