played on wheezy ioot-pumped
organs, discordant pianos,
squeaky violins and hesitating
cornets, but the tune aftd the
words have ever deeply impressed
those who sang. Arid few Have
ever known the name and .who
Edgar Page Stites used only
his first two names when he. pub
lished the verses. He has lived in
modest retirement practically un
known, although he might visit
any church in the world where
the hymn has been sung, and be.
welcomed as the author.
Stites is now 75 years old. He
stands over six feet tall and is as
straight as a pine tree. His kind
ly smile is almost hidden by a
rough beard and mustache, but
his eyes glow with tenderness.
"It was in 1876 that I wrote the
Beulah Land song," says Stites.
"How did I come to write it?
Only sincere Christians will un
derstand. When I had finished
two stanzas and the chorus I was
overcome and fell on my face,
weeping. That was on Sunday.
The next week I wrote the last
two stanzas, and again' I was so
influenced by the words of the
song', given to me by divine in
spiration, that I fell to the ground
again, and could only weep and
"I thought the chorus was too
long. I tried to change it, but I
couldn't. My friends said it was
perfect as it was. The first time
it was sung was at the regular
Monday meeting of the Method
ist ministers at 101& Arch street,
Philadelphia. It electrified the
entire assemblage." ' ""-
And now, let's sing the chorus
"OhvBeulah land, sweet Beulah
As'on the highest mount I stand,
,1 look' away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared
r for me,
And view the shining glory
My heaven, my home for evermore."
A -STUDY OF HANDS.
Hands Up! !
Hand Over! ! I
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