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" A servant of the living God is dead !
His errand hath been well and early done,
And early hath he gone to his reward.
He shall come no more forth, but to his sleep
Hath silently lain down, and so shall rest

Eemember'd well— in all our holiest hours-
Will be the faithful shepherd we have lost !
And ever with one prayer, for which our love
Will find the pleading words— that in the light
Of heaven, we may behold his face once more."

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A life that had blessed the world and left be-
hind a memory of Christ-Hke deeds, closed its
earthly career when on August 13, 1898, Rev.
William Swan passed away. Grief - stricken
watchers around his bed, whispered softly "He
is dead," while ministering angels whose felt
presence made that death-chamber the very gate
of Heaven, cried exultingly **He has just begun
to live!"

Born of godly parents in one of those delight-
ful New England homes where refined intelligence
presides and Yankee ingenuity finds a way out of
even the most insuperable difificulty, Mr. Swan
grew up to young manhood well fitted to cope
with the exigencies of life. Some years of his
boyhood were spent in Litchfield, Mass., his father
having succeeded to the pastorate of the Congre-
gational Church of which Dr. Lyman Beecher was

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formerly pastor. Roaming over the hills and val-
leys and through the pine forests interspersed with
various small streams of this beautiful region, he
became an adept in out-door sports, especially
swimming, of which he was very fond. His skill
as a strong, brave swimmer was put to the test in
after years, he, having on one occasion rescued a
schoolmate from drowning in the waters of Long
Island Sound. Yet so modest was he withal, that
he would never willingly allude to this episode or
exhibit the very handsome gold pen and pencil in-
scribed ''Testimonial of Courage," which had been
presented by the grateful father of the lad whose
life he saved. This same unselfish devotion to the
interests of others even at the sacrifice of his own,
developed as he grew to manhood and endeared
him to all who came in contact with him. His col-
lege classmates speak of him with sincere affection.
They loved him for his genial disposition and
noble nature, while the purity of his life was an
incentive to high living on the part of all. Firm
as adamant wherever a principle of right was con-
cerned, he was like a rock of refuge to many a
weaker nature. Yet possessed of utmost tact and
discretion he was capable of adapting himself to
most untoward circumstances. As an illustration
of this, one incident may be given which occurred
while he was still quite a young man. During the

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second year of his theological course, which he
pursued in Princeton Seminary, he engaged to sup-
ply a small church in Vermont through his sum-
mer vacation of nearly four months. Arriving in
the little village, he found himself the centre of at-
traction and an object of speculative curiosity to
the rustic community. To many of them, shoot-
ing at a mark was their chief pastime and good
marksmanship a criterion of a man's ability in other
directions. On the first Saturday following his ar-
rival, a group of villagers had gathered in the door-
yard of the house where he boarded, expressing a
desire to get acquainted with the new preacher.
Presently one of them spoke up rather awkwardly,
saying, 'Tarson, some of us would like to see
you shoot." Realizing that he was to be put to
the test as a marksman and that according as he
succeeded or failed, so they would rate his min-
isterial qualifications, he quietly responded to the
request. Taking the proffered rifle in hand, he
lifted it to his shoulder and fired hitting the bitWs'
eye. No one was more surprised than himself, for
he had never practised shooting at a mark and was
quite sure he could not do it a second time; so to
their repeated suggestions to try again he only re-
plied, "No, when the rest of you beat that, I'll
shoot again." His reputation as a marksman
being established, the following Sabbath saw a full

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attendance at church, public opinion having de-
cided that since the preacher could hit the bull's
eye, he must know how to preach.

Another of Mr. Swan's distinguishing character-
istics was an intense love for souls. It was his
single ambition to be a winner of souls and in this
he was eminently successful. After his death there
was found in his Bible a Hst of the names of thir-
teen men in one of the churches he had served,
for whom he had been praying. Nearly every one
of these was brought to Christ. Eternity alone
can reveal the blessed results of his faithful preach-
ing and earnest praying. His intellectual attain-
ments were of a high order, he having been one
of the honor men of his class in Williams College
and so entitled to membership in the Phi Beta
Kappa Literary Society. He was a master of lan-
guage which gave a peculiar charm to his style of
sermonizing, — the right word always fitted into the
right place. It was said of him by one of his par-
ishioners who took notes of his sermons "I find if
I do not get down the exact wording of Mr. Swan's
sentences, it changes the meaning." But there
was no effect of precision or dullness. The sym-
pathetic tones of his voice, his correct emphasis
and graceful delivery, made it always a pleasure to
listen to him. How much of this gift of graceful
diction was an inheritance from his paternal grand-

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mother, may be judged from the following "Rem-
iniscence" of his grandparents, prepared by him-
self some years ago:

My Grandparents.

"I never knew but two of them, — my Father's
Mother and my Mother's Father. The story of
the death of my paternal Grandfather was one of
those sad traditions extant in many a home. It
told us wondering boys how, many years ago,
away back in the teens of the century, when my
Father was a little lad of seven, the eldest of five
children, — he had left the coasts of Africa on his
last voyage for home, master of his own gallant
ship in which he had sailed so many times around
the globe, and was never heard of more.

The death of my maternal Grandmother,
brought for the first time to my childish heart the
knowledge of bereavement when I saw with
frightened eyes, my Mother, surprised by the sud-
den tidings, walking the floor of our humble sit-
ting-room wringing her hands and crying ''O ! my
Mother! my Mother!"

The Grandmother who was left, lived on for
many years, nursing the hope, that was sustained
by the very mystery of her husband's loss, that
some day the cruel sea would give back her miss-
ing one to her home and to the relief of the sad

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poverty in which his absence left her. But there
was faith in that stricken home, — God took care of
the widow and her orphaned flock, — it matters not
how, but as He always will. Chastened by long-
waiting upon the Lord, her care at last cast upon
Him and His grace sufficient for her, she saw one
after another of her children in houses of their
own, until she ripened to a refined and beautiful
old age. Reckoning it a ''sin ever to grow old"
she kept wondrously young in heart and sym-
pathy. Renewing her strength as the eagle, she
was to the last, the pride, the confidante, the
never-wearying companion of the young people of
her neighborhood, who were often glad to leave
the circle of their mates to talk with her or listen
as she read to them. With mind gifted by nature
and refined by constant communion with the best
authors, she was one of those few readers who
make the dead forms of printed words instinct with
breathing life. One daughter, by long invalidism
shut up to mental culture, was at once the care
and solace of her home for years. It was their
custom as the evening drew on, to read the Best of
Books together, my Aunt often reading while her
Mother would interrupt now and then to suggest
some emphasis or accentuation that might bring
new force and meaning to the text. So, some
score of years ago, on the evening of a Thanks-

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giving-day which had been enjoyed with the usual
spirit of a New England home, they sat together.
My Aunt was reading the Bible as usual and my
Grandmother seemingly as well as ever, com-
mented with gentle suggestion sitting comfortably
in her easy chair, then seemed quietly listening
till the psalm was done and as the reader paused
and looked up into her Mother's face, — was dead,
— asleep in His arms who had been to her the
Husband of the widow those many years. I
should be loath to lose out of my life the influence
of that sweet closing upon earth of my Grand-
mother's life of fourscore years and three.

My Grandfather, — Mother's Father, — was a man
trained in the quiet thrift of the old Knickerbocker
race, identified with the old days of New York
when the Battery was the fashionable promenade
and the substantial homes of Vestry and Green-
wich and Delancey streets had not been crowded
out by encroaching trade. Nurtured in the some-
what stern theology of the old Dutch Church, his
strict piety was tempered in the revival warmth
that spread through the city in the days of Nettle-
ton and of Finney; and when he came to make his
home with us, as in turn, he went among his chil-
dren in his advancing years, he seemed to us chil-
dren imbued with a spirit that made religion the
one thing of his life. He occcupied "Grandpa's

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Room" just off the family apartment. Into that
quiet place, for refuge perhaps from the healthy
and sometimes intrusive sports of five stirring
boys, he was accustomed to go several times a day
and there he poured out his soul in prayer. Those
prayers! Being dull of hearing he talked aloud
with God and there he plead the names of his dear
ones before the mercy seat. What earnestness!
what strong assurance that they all would be gath-
ered into the fold. If, then, in our heedless spirits,
we sometimes smiled at what we had not yet begun
to realize as the most priceless legacy he could
leave us, I am sure not one of us would lose out of
our lives to-day, the memory of our Grandfather's
prayers. And then he died and went to meet the
wife of his youth, still, I doubt not, bearing our
names on his heart before the throne. I am not
sure this grandfather and grandmother ever met
on earth; but I am sure they take a common in-
terest in us still, in Heaven."

The following sketch of Mr. Swan's life and
work, prepared by Rev. S. W. Reigart, D. D., of
Salisbury, Md., by order of the Presbytery of New
Castle, gives in more regular order the events of
his life. It was read before the Presbytery of
New Castle in session at Wilmington, Del., April
19th, 1899.

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Rev. William Swan, late pastor of the ''Makemie
Memorial" Church of Snow Hill, Md., and the
"Gunby" Church of Stockton, Md., was born in
Fair Haven, Conn., now a part of New Haven,
November 3, 1841. His father was the Rev. Ben-
jamin Lincoln Swan, a distinguished Presbyterian
minister, who outlived his son, departing this life
February 19, 1899, ^t Bridgeport, Conn., in the
86th year of his age. His mother's maiden name
was Sarah Green Brinkerhoff. In personal
qualities she was just such a mother as we might
suppose from the sterling character of her sons,
three of whom survive the subject of this sketch.
She died about the year 1872.

William received his preparatory education in
Bridgeport, Conn., and Bennington, Vt., and en-
tered Williams College, Williamstown, Mass., in
the year 1859. After he was graduated from Wil-
liams College, in 1863, at the age of twenty-two,
Mr. Swan went to Lawrenceville, N. J., and began
teaching in the Boys' High School owned by Rev.
S. M. Hamill, D. D., and at the same time com-
menced reading medicine with the resident physi-
cian, that being his chosen profession. He was at
that time an earnest Christian young man, having
been converted at the age of sixteen, and having
united with the Second Congregational Church of
Bridgeport, Conn., of which his father. Rev. Ben-

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jamin L. Swan, was then pastor. But up to this
time he had never felt any call to the ministry. So
he entered upon the work of teaching as a means
of support while pursuing his medical studies. For
two years he continued as teacher in Dr. Hamill's
School, where he was most highly esteemed and
loved. During that time there came to him very
suddenly yet most forcibly the call of the Holy
Spirit to enter the Gospel ministry. The circum-
stances as related in a letter from Mrs. Swan (who
was the daughter of Rev. Dr. C. W. Nassau, then
residing in Lawrenceville), and who was at the time
engaged to young Swan, were so peculiar and inter-
esting that they must be given in her own words.
''We were walking home together one evening
from choir meeting (we had been engaged about
four months) when suddenly he became very
quiet. It was so noticeable, for he was always full
of spirits, laughing and joking, that I said to him,
'What makes you so still to-night?' He said, 'I'll
tell you when we get home.' I felt somehow over-
awed by his manner, and hardly knew what to make
of it. When we reached my home and were
alone, he told me that then and there as he was
walking along that street, he had for the first time
in his life felt that he must preach the Gospel. It
was as if a voice had spoken to him, 'You must
preach the Gospel' Unquestionably it was the call

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of the Divine Spirit. And (she who knew him
best says) he did not want to be a minister. Medi-
cine was his choice.' He had begun the study of
it most enthusiastically, had bright prospects of
going in with his uncle in New York City, a suc-
cessful physician there, and inclination pointed all
one way. It was a struggle that lasted for months.
Sometimes he would think, 'I can be just as useful
as a Christian physician,' but no, the constant call
of the Spirit, 'You must preach the Gospel,' never
left him. It was a most solemn and sacred time.
When, after months of prayerful deliberation, he at
length gave up his chosen profession for what he
felt was God's plan of work for him, and resolved
to enter upon the Gospel ministry, he wrote home
to his parents announcing his change of purpose.
At once, his mother, a woman of great faith and
high order of piety, wrote back to him in these
words: 'When you were born I dedicated you to
the Lord for the work of the ministry, and I have
never ceased to pray for it from that time to this.'
So it was in answer to a mother's prayers that God's
Spirit called him so irresistibly. Yet his mother
had never once said to him in words, 'William, I
wish you would be a minister.' She just prayed —
God did the rest. After his decision he had per-
fect peace in his soul, and he never once regretted
his choice, though it involved a complete reversal
of all his plans.'*

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Entering Princeton Seminary the next fall
(1865) he took the full course there, being as one
of his classmates acknowledged, ''intellectually the
leader of his class." He supported himself entirely,
never asking or receiving aid from the Board of
Education. He was licensed to preach April 10,
1867, by the Presbytery of Nassau.

Before the close of his last year in the Semi-
nary he was called to be pastor of the church in
Stockton, N. J. He was ordained and installed
over this church June 2, 1868, by the Presbytery
of Raritan. In December of this year he was mar-
ried to Miss Emma C. Nassau, a daughter of Rev.
Charles William Nassau, D. D., eminent for his
scholarship and piety. President for a time of La-
fayette College, and from 1850 to 1874 Proprietor
and Principal of the Female Seminary at Lawrence-
ville, N. J. Dr. Nassau was also the father of the
Rev. Joseph E. Nassau, D. D., pastor of Warsaw
Church, N. Y., and the Rev. Dr. R. Hamill Nas-
sau, M. D., and Isabella Anne Nassau, so well
known as active missionaries in Western Africa.
Mrs. Swan by education and temperament was
eminently fitted to be a pastor's wife, taking the
deepest interest in her husband's work, and assist-
ing him by her counsels, co-operation, sympathy,
and prayers.

The church at Stockton, when Mr. Swan was
called to the pastorate, was a new enterprise and

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numbered but twenty-five members. When he left
it ten years later, it had a membership of two hun-
dred and fifty, notwithstanding many deaths and
dismissions. From Stockton, he was called to
Batavia, N. Y., where he continued for eight and a
half years, a continuous addition of members mark-
ing the progress of his work. From '87 to '94 he
was pastor of the church of Lambertville, N. J., one
of the largest and most influential churches in the
Presbytery of New Brunswick, where his labors
were equally blessed, many remarkable conver-
sions attesting the reality of his call from God to
preach the Gospel.

During his ministry of thirty years, he took no
rest except a brief annual vacation, and at the close
of his Lambertville pastorate, when failing health
demanded, a rest of eight months. As soon as he
felt strong enough to resume the active work of
the ministry he gladly took it up again, accepting
a call to the churches of Snow Hill and Stockton,
Md., in preference to the church of Bedford, Pa.,
which also extended to him a call, believing that
the Lord had called him to the former field, and
not taking account of the salary or other favorable
conditions. Here, after a pastorate of nearly four
years, he fell asleep Saturday afternoon, August
13, 1898, greatly lamented not only by the people
of his church, but the entire community to whom

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he had endeared himself by his active charity, and
sympathetic disposition and self-sacrificing labors.
His illness lasted but four days, though for several
years he had suffered from a complication of dis-
eases. Twice on the last Sabbath spent on earth,
he preached with unusual fervor, but must have
felt even then the shadow coming over him, for he
remarked to his wife as they entered the house
after evening service, '1 have the feeling that this
is the last sermon I shall ever preach." He was
right; the next Sabbath his spirit was among the
redeemed around the throne, joining in the praises
of the Lamb. His work being done, the Master
called him to receive his crown. The vacation
which he was preparing to spend on earth, he is en-
joying in that world whose inhabitants never say
''I am sick," and where weariness and pain are
never felt.

His funeral services were conducted in the Snow
Hill Church, Tuesday afternoon, August i6, 1898,
Rev. J. B. Turner, of Dover, Del., Rev. W. H.
Logan, of Princess Anne, Md., and Rev. Dorsey
Blake, of the M. P. Church, of Snow Hill, offi-
ciating. He was laid to rest in the churchyard of
the Snow Hill Church, amid the tears of his people,
many floral tributes being laid upon his grave,
among them palms from the session of the Lam-
bertville Church.

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19

Rev. Wm. H. Wolverton, of Boonton, N. J., who
was converted under Mr. Swan's preaching, was
invited to preach his funeral sermon, but on ac-
count of sickness was unable to be present. He
wrote, however, a letter in which he says: "One
thing is certainly true, he is not dead. Such a man
of the Spirit cannot die. He lives in the good he
has accomplished; he lives in Him who will never
let his faithful and loved ones die; he lives eter-
nally. There have been times since I last saw him,
when I have longed to get close to him, and feel
the beating of his great sympathetic heart. He
was so wise in counsel and withal so genial and
bright. He was possessed of such sterHng sense
and judgment, being indeed, as I have often called
him, a well-rounded man of God." And such in-
deed is the judgment of all who had but a slight
acquaintance with him. *'He was an Israelite in-
deed, in whom there was no guile." Though his
very appearance and countenance marked him as
a Christian minister, and a man of forceful char-
acter, he was utterly devoid of ministerial conceit.
His constant theme was ''Christ and him cruci-
fied"; his chief endeavor to hide himself behind
the cross. He possessed an intensely devotional
spirit. He lived very near the throne. One of
the elders of the Lambertville Church once re-
marked to his wife, "Mrs. Swan, your husband

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must have had a very deep personal experience to
be able to explain the plan of salvation as he does."
It was true. He knew whereof he spoke. Jesus
was to him an intimate friend. He lived and
walked with God, and this gave power to his
preaching. His conception of the Christian life
was expressed in those words of Dr. Hodge which
he often quoted: ''A Christian is one to whom
Christ is Master." His principle of action was
'Tor to me to live is Christ," — his continual ques-
tion, "Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?" The
last sermon he preached was from the text: "The
Lord hath need of him."

Mr. Swan, though large numbers were added to
the churches under his pastoral care, never called
to his aid a professional evangelist. He beHeved
in revivals, of course, but thought it better for a
church that the work be carried on by the pastor
and people themselves. He was intensely loyal to
the Presbyterian Church. Though born and
brought up in New England and coming of genu-
ine Puritan stock, yet he never entirely approved
of the Congregational form of government. And
when on his decision to be a minister, he entered
the Presbyterian Church, he did so most heartily,
and fully accepted our Church Standards.

He was deeply interested in the cause of Foreign
Missions, and his sermons on that subject were

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among his best efforts, his fervent appeals produc-
ing wonderful results in awakening among his peo-
ple an interest in this great work. He had the true
idea of what it really means — that it is the Saviour's
yearning desire to see this world brought to Him-
self, and he felt that what his Saviour most desired
should also be his supreme desire. A leaflet en-
titled, "Not for the heathen merely, but for
Christ," which he prepared for the use of the
church in Batavia, N. Y., has been widely circu-
lated throughout the country, being printed by the
Woman's Foreign Missionary Society in Philadel-
phia. Wherever it goes, it influences hearts to
take up the watchword, 'The whole world for
Christ."

Three times Mr. Swan was honored by being
sent as commissioner to represent his Presbytery
in the General Assembly — in 1872, to Detroit;
1883, to Saratoga; 1894, to Saratoga again.

Mr. Swan had a fine command of language,
which he showed not only in his sermons and
prayers, but in the productions from his pen which
from time to time appeared in the religious press.
He possessed poetical talent of no mean order,
as will be seen from one of the last poems which he
wrote and which will fittingly close this imperfect
sketch. It is entitled, "A Defiance of the Grave."

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"Wearied and racked with pain and stained with tears
Weakened and worn, by anguish sore distressed
Scarred in the conflicts of the passing years,
This wasted body lay we to its rest.

Full eager art thou, O insatiate grave
To snatch this trophy from our clinging love,

We shudder at thy greed and fain would save
Our treasure from thy grasp — thy right disprove.

But yet we will not all thy claim deny
Thou hast on this frail body some demand;

What is but earthly dust shall be thy prey.
But from its part immortal hold thy hand:

For there is that, in this poor body lies.
Not all thy gloom can hide, thy foulness taint,

Sown in dishonor, 'twill in glory rise,
The tabernacle of a blessed saint.

And so we leave within thy cold embrace
This form once casket of a soul so rare;

Do thou thy work; its carnal part efface.
Its life essential, guard with utmost care.

For this same end wast thou his captive led.
Who, in thy deep, dark vaults, in mortal strife

Wrenched from thy grasp the key that holds the dead,
And made thee servant of the "Prince of Life."

No more a conqueror, thy boasting o'er.
Nor now a monarch; thou — His slave, shalt hold

Safe in thy treasury, this buried store,
'Till He, its dross refined, shall claim His gold.

We triumph o'er thee. Grave! thou would-be foe,
Thou tyrant with thy cruel, hungry jaws!

Thou canst no more affright, now that we know
Thou'rt but the vassal of His gracious laws.

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God's acre is well seeded, but along

The furrows where death's plough-share hath been driven,
This grain shall spring, for thy close grasp too strong.

And ripen for the Harvest Home of Heaven.

E'en now through all thy vaults we hear the tread —
The footsteps of the Conqueror, strong to save,

He comes to gather in His garnered dead.
He shall thy sure destruction be, O Grave!

On the occasion of Mr. Swan's leaving Stockton,
N. J., the following resolutions were adopted by
the Presbyterian Church at a congregational
meeting held November 7, 1878.

''Whereas, — A sister congregation in another
Presbytery has signified to the pastor of this
church their desire to have him transferred from
his present charge to them; and whereas, he has
declared that his convictions of duty require him
to accept the proposed call when it shall be regu-
larly presented: and whereas, this congregation
has been called together to consider the question
of uniting with the pastor in asking Presbytery to
dissolve the pastoral relation in order that he may
be transferred to the proposed new field of labor;
Therefore,

Resolved, That we unite with our pastor in ask-
ing Presbytery to make the proposed transfer.

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Resolved, That nothing but a sense of duty and
desire for submission to the Divine will could
reconcile our feelings to this separation and the
sundering of ties which have been growing and
strengthening during a most successful pastorate
in which the membership has been increased ten-
fold and every interest of our church has been
correspondingly augmented.

Resolved, That our prayers for God's blessing
both upon him and his beloved companion, who
has equally endeared herself to us all and especially
to the sisters, by her sympathy with every interest
of Zion and her readiness to engage in every good
work, — will follow them to their new field of labor.

Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be pre-
sented to the Presbytery of New Brunswick by our
commissioners at its meeting to be held in the city
of Trenton on Thursday next."

The following Resolution was unanimously
adopted by the Presbytery of New Brunswick, in
session in the city of Trenton, this day November
14, 1878 and a copy ordered to be sent to "The
New York Evangelist," "New York Observer"
and 'The Presbyterian" for publication.

Attest, A. L. Armstrong,

Stated Clerk.

''Resolved, That in dismissing the Rev. William
Swan to the Presbytery of Genesee (N. Y.) we de-

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sire to express our high appreciation of the faithful
and successful labors which he has bestowed upon
the church at Stockton. Ten years ago, he was
called to that infant and feeble church just organ-
ized. From that time to the present the growth
has been steady, healthful and vigorous to a re-
markable degree.

As a Presbyter, we have found him punctual and
active in our church work and faithful in the dis-
charge of his duties as Clerk for eight years. Part-
ing from one of the most successful and useful
Pastors, we invoke the benediction of the Head of
the Church to rest upon him in the field to which
he has been called."

When Mr. Swan had decided upon a course of
action as right, he adhered to such decision invin-
cibly. This was the case, when after eight and a
half years of unceasing labor in the Batavia pastor-
ate he realized his physical strength was failing
and that he must give up his much loved work
there. The statement given below, in his own
words, illustrates this phase of his character, while
the letters addressed to him on the eve of his de-
parture and subsequently show the loving esteem
in which he was held:

(Read at a Sunday morning service, March,
1887). "I have an announcement to make to-day

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which will probably come as a surprise and I doubt
not as a sorrow to many, as it is to me a deep per-
sonal regret. Briefly it is this: For more than a
year I have been seriously and prayerfully consid-
ering the duty of ceasing from my work here and
I have remained during this time simply from a
conviction that I ought to stay; but that conviction
is no longer mine. I have at times intimated,
especially in my annual discourse last December,
that the very heavy work of this field was wearing
upon me. I am now convinced that it is my duty
to myself and to the church, to stop and give up
the pastorate into other hands. I need and must
have relief. This may come through change of
work in another pastorate where I may be relieved
of the peculiar wearing strain of this field or it may
come through an entire rest of some months. The
latter on some accounts I prefer but shall try to
follow the guidance of Providence. But my de-
cision, arrived at not impulsively or through any
outward pressure but calmly and after months of
thought, is absolute. Since then I have been led
to this decision, I do not propose to make a con-
venience of this church and linger on here until
some other field opens but to give up the pastorate
at once, that the church may as soon as possible
secure a pastor to succeed me.

I need not, and dare not even try, to give ex-

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pression to my personal feelings towards you, my
much loved people. You will understand, for you
know your own hearts; but God's will must be
done, and I am sure this is God's will.

I therefore intend, Providence permitting, as
5oon as the proper arrangements can be made, to
offer my resignation to this congregation and re-
turn my call into the hands of the Presbytery; and
I speak of it to-day that you may be prepared for
the matter and may know that this decision of mine
is absolute and final."

By call of the Session, a congregational meeting
of the First Presbyterian Church of Batavia, New
York, was held on Monday, March 28, 1887, to
take action upon the resignation of the Pastor,
P.ev. William Swan. At this meeting the following
Resolution was offered and by vote of the congre-
gation unanimously adopted, giving but imperfect
expression to the sincere esteem and affection in
which the church holds its beloved Pastor and our
deep sorrow at the prospect of his departure from
us.

Resolved, — That we most sincerely and deeply
regret the necessity that compels the dissolution of
the pastoral relation between the Rev. William
Swan and this church after a period of upward of

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nine years of very devoted and highly successful
labor with us, — and that in parting with him and
with his very excellent and highly efficient help-
meet, Mrs. Swan, we feel a profound sense of loss
socially and morally in every department of chris-
tian endeavor; and can only hope and pray that
their lives and health may be spared to work out
for some other Church as great good as they have
been instrumental in accomplishing in this com-
munity.

George B. Edwards,

Clerk of Session.

"To OUR Beloved Pastor and Friend.

The accompanying gift represents in a very
slight degree, our personal love for you and our
appreciation of your ever-increasing interest, fer-
vent prayers and untiring labors for our present
and eternal welfare. We desire most earnestly
that you will ever retain

'Room for us in your heart
Place for us in your prayers,'

assuring you that the sacred recollections of your
life and precepts will never be effaced from our
memories."

Young People's Christian Association,

Batavia, New York.

a memorial. 29

Rev. William Swan

My dear Sir — I received your letter of the
eleventh inst. and both myself and family were glad
to hear from yourself and Mrs. Swan. Our people
here have not by any means forgotten your very
effective labors in our midst. We are still reaping
many of the benefits of your labors in the organiza-
tions effected by you while here. Your efforts will
be productive of good here, long after you and my-
self have ''entered upon the boundless heritage of
endless years." I have often thought clergymen
who labor zealously for the good of those they ad-
dress, seldom have any conception of the ultimate
effect of their efforts. Many, perhaps the large
majority of their hearers, go away from time to
time apparently unimpressed and the seed sown
seems to have fallen upon stony ground — and to
have been wasted and lost — while if you could look
within and see its effect you would find it not lost
but after a time producing the desired fruit. Many
and many are the Christian men and women who if
asked ''What sermon or sermons were instru-
mental in your conversion?" could not tell, — could
not perhaps mention one and yet a hundred ser-
mons perhaps a thousand were each more or less
instrumental in bringing it about. I say this by
way of encouragement although perhaps you need
no encouragement as you gather your sheaves as
you go along. *****

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I shall be pleased to hear from you again. My
wife as well as myself tender our best regards to
yourself and family.

Yours sincerely,

N. A. Woodward.
Batavia, N. Y., Nov. ip, 1888.

The Young People's Christian Association, al-
luded to above, was formed by Mr. Swan in the
early part of his Batavia pastorate, — somewhere
about 1882 or '83, — and proved of inestimable
value to the work of the church. The idea of
''Christian Endeavor" was not a new one to him,
as may be seen by comparing dates.

Not more than a week after he had offered his
resignation to the Batavia church, Mr. Swan re-
ceived a letter from Lambertville, N. J., inquiring
if it would be possible to secure him as pastor of
the First Presbyterian Church in that city. After
due consideration and prayer, he decided that a
change might perhaps be as well for him as entire
rest and so accepted the call which came to him
from that church and entered upon his work there
in May 1887. How gladly he was welcomed back
into his former Presbytery (New Brunswick) is
shown by extracts from a few of the many letters
which came to him from his brethren in the min-
istry.

Rev. W. Henry Green, D. D., at the time Pro-

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fessor in Princeton Theological Seminary, writes
under date of May 14, 1887, as follows:

My dear Mr. Swan

You slipped out of Presbytery before I had the
opportunity which I hoped to have, to express my
great gratification at your return to our Presby-
tery and that you are to be the successor of our
beloved and lamented Dr. Studdiford. May the
blessing of God attend your labors in the future as
it has in the past. *****

Rev. George Hale, D. D., formerly Secretary of
the Board of Relief, writes as follows :

Phila., Pa., May 16, 1887.
Rev. William Swan,

My dear Brother, — We are glad to welcome you
back to the Presbytery of New Brunswick and to
see you entering on a work where you are already
well known and in a good field with which you are
familiar. It was my purpose to attend your in-
stallation; but when I learned that it was to be held
in the evening and that it would take me from
home over night, I concluded that it would be best
to deny myself that pleasure. I understand that
your venerable Father is to be with you; I remem-
ber him well. We were matriculated at Princeton
Seminary in 1833 about the same time if not the

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same day. Remember me kindly to him; I hope
some day to see him before we "cross the River."
I can never lose my interest in the Lambertville
church and I congraulate them that they are to
have you as their Pastor. May the labors of your
two predecessors, by God's grace, serve the more
effectually to prepare the way for your greater suc-
cess.

Cordially yours,

George Hale.

After three years of work in the Lambertville
.pastorate, Mr. Swan's health requiring a change,
he took a three months' trip abroad, visiting the
famous health resort, Carlsbad, and returning
much benfitted. On the eve of his departure he
received the following note accompanied by a gen-
erous sum of money.

To OUR DEAR Pastor.

Some of the members of the church and congre-
gation, in view of your contemplated absence for
a season, feeHng desirous to manifest their appre-
ciation of you, as a faithful pastor and their kindly
feeling and sympathy toward you, especially at this
time, — tender you the amount herewith, as a slight
token of their regard. It is accompanied by many
prayers for God's protecting care and blessing and

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that to you may be fulfilled the words of the
promise which we find recorded in Genesis 28: 15.

Will you kindly accept this from those who have
learned to ''esteem you very highly in love for
your work's sake."

Lamhertville, N. J., May 4, i8go.

In the spring of 1894, Mr. Swan had a serious
illness and his physician advising entire rest, he re-
signed his charge as pastor of the Lamhertville
church, after seven years of faithful service. The
months spent in resting and travelling brought
new strength to body and mind, so that with his
accustomed earnestness of spirit, he felt he must be
at work again, and resumed preaching in January,
1895, at Snow Hill, Maryland. This proved to be
his last charge and here the call came to him to
enter upon his reward. As has been already
stated, he was interred at Snow Hill; but subse-
quently, his body was removed to Lamhertville,
N. J., where it now rests in "Mt. Hope" Cemetery.

After his death, the following tribute to his
memory was received from Rev. WilHam H. Wool-
verton of Boonton N. J.

I take my pen, not "to stir a little dust of
praise" for Mr. Swan, — he would have turned from
that, — but merely to let the feelings of my heart

34 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

for him, flow down upon it. I write as one of his
boys. I count it one of the blessings of my life
to have been one of his boys, — to have had him for
a spiritual father and adviser, — to have known
him, loved him, and felt the wholesome influence
of his manly, Godly life.

His boys and girls were fond of him. We
knew he was our friend. We were proud of him.
His handsome face and manly form, his superb
poise and grace of bearing, and withal rare gifts
of mind and heart, made him an attractive and
commanding personality. In a company of min-
isters, with what boyish pride we would point him
out as ours. There were other noble ministers; to
us he was THE PRINCE. There was sense and
force in what he said and did. There was order
and fitness too. There was a royal purpose.
There was moreover an humble faith, a buoyant
hope, an enkindling love for God and men. He
was "a good minister of Jesus Christ.^' To be this
and only this was the height of his ambition. And
he was this both in the pulpit and out of it. He
was "a minister, but still a man,'' — a full, well-
rounded man. He was sane, sagacious, wise in
counsel, a sympathetic and faithful pastor, a su-
perior preacher, and possessed of unusual qualities
as a leader. He was a growing man. Still these
gifts and graces characterized him from the first

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beginnings of his ministry. How that infant
church in Stockton grew and flourished under his
fostering care and helpful preaching, and magnetic
and stimulating leadership! What a hold he had
upon the place and people! What a drawing
power in the services of the church. What live
prayer meetings ! What inspiring ''Monthly Con-
certs" ! What a model Sunday School ! What de-
lightful gatherings of old and young together!
And all these as means of grace, — for the upbuild-
ing of his people, and the winning of souls to Him,
whose he was and whom he served. He was ver-
satile, practical, businessHke and thorough-going.
So marked were these traits in him, that as he was
entering upon his ministry a friend remarked to
him, he was "spoiling a good business man to
make a poor preacher." However "good" a busi-
ness man he might have been, the "poorness" of
his preaching did not appear. He was anything
but a poor preacher. He was anything but a poor
Christian. He was rich in faith, — in a faith that
had been purified, beautified in the fire of trial.
He knew what loss and sorrow were. He knew
the testings of failing health, — the weariness of
working with waning strength, — with wasting
weakness. These he knew for years; he felt them
most keenly at the last. This was his heavy cross.
How patiently he bore it ! How he gloried in the

36 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

cross ! How he magnified the grace of God in all
his life and work. And now he has entered upon
its glad fruition. Thou hast set him on high, because
he hath known thy name.

"Thrice blest whose lives are faithful prayers,
Whose loves in higher loves endure;
What souls possess themselves so pure,
Or is there blessedness like theirs?"

Like Enoch, he "walked with God, and he was
not: for God took him." Like Barnabas, the son
of consolation, ''he was a good man, full of the
Holy Ghost and of faith." To me he was a Daniel,
— ''A man greatly beloved." He was my first and
only pastor, my boon companion, my close and
confidential friend. How great my debt to him!

"Forgive my grief for one removed, —
Thy creature whom I found so fair;
I trust he lives in Thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved."

At various times during his life, Mr. Swan wrote
poetry, frequently using the same in connection
with his pulpit discourses. These poems were
sometimes printed in the newspapers but have
never been published otherwise. Some of them
are given at the close of this "Memorial" and while
the dates appended are correct, no attention has
been paid to arranging them in order of time or
as to subject matter.

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poems.

"AND HE ABODE THERE TWO DAYS."

John 4 : 40.
Two days He tarried and then went His way
But left a priceless treasure that for aye
Should linger in the homes where He abode
To bless the city which His feet had trod.

Two days; the hastening sun twice rose and set
While stood He pleading in their midst, and yet
Brief as His labors, transient as His stay,
In each short hour eternal issues lay.

The Patriarch's well was full and deep and wide,
Ages of men had drank of it and died,
For lasting satisfaction none could gain,
They qualTed its waters but to thirst again.

But now there springs on Sychar's very street
A fount of life— a well of water sweet.
Pure everlasting streams amid them burst
Whoso but drinks he nevermore shall thirst.

In Christ the source— for them the full supply,
Drawing their life from Him they ne'er can die.
For springs of never-failing water start
In the dry depths of every thirsty heart.

And such is Christ to-day— a living spring.
And so may we each to the fountain bring
His thirsty heart; and, while He with us dwells,
With joy draw water from salvation's wells.

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40 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

Oh Saviour! well-spring in earth's desert drear,
Unseen yet really present with us here,
Abide with us, in mercy, as of yore.
Not two days only, but forevermore.

Earth's fountains fail us — but too soon run dry.
Having no other our parched souls must die.
But in His boundless fulness O what gain!
Drinking of Him we ne'er shall thirst again.

NAMES AND TITLES OF CHRIST.

Name above every name, Jehovah, God,

Creator, Governor, Eternal Word,
The glorious Potentate and King of Kings,

Most Just and Holy One, Head o'er all things.

Prince of the Kings of all the earth art thou

Yet dids't thou come — the Son of Man — a Child

The Prince of Life, to whom the angels bow.
Men, as a Malefactor, mocked, reviled.

How, then, shall I set forth that wondrous Love
That brought thee, Lord of Glory, from above

Tell of thy Gift Unspeakable to me

Thy gracious helpfulness and majesty?

A Rock art thou, in thee shall faith alone
Find Sure foundation and a well tried stone

A Stone rejected of the builders, yet
The precious Head stone of the Corner set.

The Tree of Life — the living fruitful Vine,
Camphire and Myrrh their fragrant sweets combine

With Sharon's Rose and Lily of the Vale
The perfume of thy precious name t' exhale.

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A Well of Living Water pure and sweet,

The Bread of Life — the spirit's Drink and Meat, —

The Fatted Calf, the Passover once slain.
Who with such Angels' Food can want again?

The Sun of Righteousness, with heaUng beams,
Shines on the soul — the Dayspring from afar;

While through earth's darkest clouds of sorrow gleams
The radiance of the Bright and Morning Star.

Father and Brother, Bridegroom, Husband, Friend,
My Teacher, Shepherd, Counsellor and Way,

My Leader and Commander to the end,
Captain of my Salvation and my Stay.

Thou my safe Refuge and my Hiding Place,

My Covert from the stormy tempest's ire;
My sure Deliverer, hast by thy grace

Set, 'twixt me and my foes, a Wall of Fire.

Fountain of Cleansing, Sacrifice for guilt.
The Golden Altar and the great High Priest:

The Lamb of God, thy precious life blood spilt.
Art now my Surety, Mediator, Peace.

Yes, this is best of all — the sweetest word

That ever tongue can speak or hand hath penned:

Thy name is Jesus, Saviour, Master, Lord,
Redeemer, Intercessor, Sinner's Friend.

My Jesus Christ, my Lord and God, my All,

To thee. Beloved of my soul, I call.
Erase all signs inscribed by worldly art,

And grave that precious Name deep in my heart.

Who, who can tell the wonders of thy grace,

In lordly titles e'er express thy fame?
Not till we gaze with rapture on thy face,

Can we in fittest measures sing thy Name. ■,

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INFLUENCES.

A slender rill ran babbling down the vale,

Born of a summer shower;
And then it ceased and, dying, left no tale

Of its brief happy hour;
Yet, felt an acorn its moist kiss and woke
Into the life-time of a mighty oak.

Swift, through the shadows of a darkened room,

Sped, like a timid bird,
A tiny ray of light — then all was gloom;

And yet there sweetly stirred
In a sad heart that lonely languished there,
A new-born faith where else had come despair.

A soft hand-pressure that might mean not much

More than a tender thought —
A dream of hope that vanished with the touch.

And seemed to come to naught;
Yet never shall its memory cease to thrill
One life responsive — on, through good and ill.

Into the current of a fleeting mood.

Dropped a stray bit of speech,
Esteemed as lightly as when chance driftwood

Is cast upon the beach;
Yet one who caught this waif of ocean's strife.
Made it the threshold of his house of life.

Ah! who the mighty course can fully note

Of trifling word and deed,
That, on the winds of thought and impulse float,

Scattered like winged seed?
Nothing forgotten — nothing lost can be
Of this small seed of vast eternity.

Lambertville, N. J., September, 1890.

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THE FOOLISH HEART.

Oh, burdened heart!
Thy load is heavy and there is constant ache

With bearing it, all through the toilsome day;
Yet One walks with thee who would gladly take
And bear it for thee — But thou sayst Him, nay!
Oh, foolish heart!

Oh, doubting heart!
Life is so full of puzzles thou wouldst solve,

So many mysteries perplex thee quite;
Yet One would make all plain, couldst thou resolve
To let Him bring thee to the perfect light,
Oh, foolish heart!

Oh, fearful heart!
Shrinking from dangers that, like ambushed foe.

Seem ever lurking, just beyond thy sight.
There's One with whom thou couldst unfaltering go,
Wouldst link, by faith, thy weakness to His might,
Oh, foolish heart!

Oh, worldly heart!
Wilt quench eternal thirst at springs that fail,

Wilt build immortal hope on things that die.
Scorning His love that can alone avail
To sate soul hunger that for God doth cry?
Oh, foolish heart!

Oh, fainting heart!
Sin-sick and world-sick with vain self disgust,

Wouldst rest from doubts and fears and burdens see?
Then try the wise relief of simple trust
In Him^ and find thy cure, and cease to be
A foolish heart.

Latnbertville, N. J., April, 1891.

44 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

BETHLEHEM.

O! quiet night!
O! sky so bright!
O! stars athrill with quivering light!
What song swells forth from heaven's height.
Floats nearer — bursts in pure delight,
O'er Bethlehem!

O! mother mild!
O! new-born child!
O! manger, by brute use defiled!
O'er these, from human care exiled,
The angels sing, from heaven beguiled
To Bethlehem!

O! lowly birth!

O! heavenly mirth!

O! tidings of such priceless worth!
"Glory to God! Glad peace on earth!"
Springs living water for sin's dearth.
From Bethlehem.

Oi bells that ring!
O! words that wing!

O! tell abroad this wondrous thing!
How, with the song the angels sing.
Heaven crowns the blessed Christ-child King,
In Bethlehem.

Lamhertville, N. J., December, 1888.

"FOLLOW ME!"

O! Jesus, king most glorious,

And can it really be
That in thy royal retinue,

Thou hast a place for me?

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Thou art of heaven the holy Lord;

Its armies follow Thee
On horses white, in garments clean,

With spotless purity.

But I, alas! am neither pure

Of heart nor clean of dress;
How can I find a place with them,

Who have no righteousness?

And yet I hate these stained robes,

My sins my soul distress;
When shall this yearning love of right

Grow into righteousness?

Not in the whelming stream of death.

Can I my soul make clean;
Those turbid waters are defiled

By sewerage of sin!

This side of death alone, I find

Thy blood for cleansing poured;
I wash in it, and so begin

To follow thee, my Lord!

I follow, though, with faltering feet.

Thy blessed steps I trace;
But closer will I follow, when

I see Thee face to face.

And through the eternal pathway, shall

My sole ambition be.
In some small place in heaven's train.

Just to be following Thee.

Lamhertville, N. J., i88S.

46 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

STORM THE FORT!

Ho! my comrades, Christian soldiers

Of Immanuel's host.
While we wait here in the trenches.

Shall his cause be lost?

CHORUS.

Storm the fort! the Captain orders;

Let none disobey;
Charge beneath the red cross banner;

We shall win the day.

Long we've stood on the defensive,

Long have been the sport
Of the vaunting foe, wide ranging,

While we've "held the fort." — Cho.

Forward now; drive in his outposts.

His strong place attack;
Pressing onward, keep each foothold,

Never beaten back. — Cho.

Marshalled there, are all the forces

Of the rebel chief —
Sabbath-breaking, vice, intemperance,

Error, unbelief. — Cho.

High the battlements of evil.

Strong entrenched the foe;
Long and fierce will be the conflict,

We must lay them low. — Cho.

Many 'neath those walls may perish,

E'er we beat them down;
But who falls in faith's brave battle.

Wins a palm and crown. — Cho.

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And when Satan's works are carried,

How our shouts shall ring
O'er the field, as we, in triumph,

Crown our Captain, King. — Cho.

Lambertville, N. /., 1888.

A HYMN FOR THE CLOSE OF A COMMUNION
SERVICE.

Our Lord and His apostles sang a hymn together before
they went out from the upper room, where the Supper had
been instituted. And we, imitating them, also sing as we
close the commemoration of the Sacramental Feast. Much
more apparent reason have we for singing as we go out to
the enjoyment of all the privileges of the new life gained for
us by His death, than they who went sorrowing and wonder-
ing after their Master, that night in which He was betrayed,
across Kedron into the shades of Gethsemane. Neverthe-
less they sang, using doubtless the "Great Hallel," repeated
or chanted at the close of the Passover meal in every Jewish
home — the cxv., cxvi., cxvii., and cxviii. Psalms.

I have been interested, as I have read these Psalms, with
this thought, in noticing how wonderfully they are pervaded
by gospel sentiment. And the feeling that it would be
pleasant, under like circumstances, to sing just what, in a
sense, they sang that night, has prompted the following hymn
for the close of a communion service, each stanza of which
contains the leading sentiment of one of the Psalms in ques-
tion, expressing in succession, praise, consecration, fellowship
and confidence.

We glorify thy name, O Lord,

The only God, all Gods above.
Our help and shield, our sure reward;

We bless and own Thy constant love.

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We love the Lord who lifted up

Our souls from out their deep distress;

With joy we quaff salvation's cup;

Here pay our vows, His name confess.

Let all the world our praises join,
Nations, in sweet communion sing;

For kindness great, and truth divine,
Let all their grateful tribute bring.

O, thank the Lord, whose mercy laid
A corner-stone well tried and sure;

On Him our trust and hope are stayed.
His mercy shall fore'er endure.

LamberWille, N. J., 1889.

WHITHER AWAY?

Whither away, O ship?
Whither the winds invite thee?

But the winds may shift.

And the tempests lift
Their treacherous hands to smite thee.

Whither away, O ship?

Whither the waves may bear thee?

But some gulfing wave

May yet prove they grave,
Who trustest the waves to spare thee.

Safe on thy way, O ship,

Though surges and storms betide thee,

Though the trackless deep

Thy course shall He keep
Who stands at the wheel to guide thee.

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So, on life's fickle sea,
Let this assurance cheer thee!
Though of gales the sport,
Thou'lt safe make the port,
With Christ at the helm to steer thee.

Ocean Beach, N. J., August, 1889.

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CONSECRATION HYMN

OF THE Y. P. C. A., Presbyterian Church, Batavia,
New York.

I.
Once again to His dear name

Who with blood hath bought us.
Would we now our love proclaim

For the grace that sought us.

CHORUS.

Heart to heart and hand to hand,

Pledged to brave endeavor,
Loyal, loving, firm we stand,

One in Christ forever.

II.
May His love whose sacrifice

Passes every other.
Close unite in Christian ties,

Every sister, brother. — Cho.

III.
Comrades in this glorious strife,

Let us never falter;
Lay we talent, strength and life

On His sacred altar. — Cho.

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IV.

Then be ours, by life and word,
Souls to win for heaven;

And to Him — our blessed Lord,
All the praise be given. — Cho.

March, 1887.

DELIVER US.

"Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil — the
evil one.''

Father, if in Thy sovereign graciousness

Such mercy be consistent with our weal,
Shield us from contact with all worldliness.

Grant that temptation we may never feel.

For we are very weak, and much we dread
The tempter's cunning wiles might prove too strong;

And we, by fleshly lusts solicited,

Might basely yield allegiance to the wrong.

And yet we know that, by Thy wise decree,
Strength comes by trial, fortitude by strife;

And small, we fear, would our assurance be,
Were innocence but ignorance of life.

If, then it be Thy righteous will's demand,

That we be tested thus, oh, not alone
Leave us amid the fires; but by Thy hand

Our souls deliver from the evil one!

Lambertville, N. /., 1887.

A MEMORIAL.

"LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED.

Fierce the wind rusheth,

Dark clouds are lowering,
Wild, the wave crusheth.

Whelming, o'erpowering;
Deep 'neath the surface fret,
Stillness! where never yet

Hath come commotion;
God's calmness husheth

The depths of the ocean.

When o'er life sweepeth

Darkness appalling.
When the eye weepeth

Trials befalling.
No fearsome blast is heard
In the still heart, unstirred

By the storm's riot,
If God's peace keepeth

The heart depths in quiet.

So he who quaileth

From the storm's wasting.
So she who waileth

'Neath the sore chastening,
Let them put trust in Him,
And, though the eyes be dim

With weary weeping,
The heart that aileth

May smile in His keeping.

Lambertville, N. J., 1888.

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52 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

MY ALL IN ALL.

Col. Hi : II.

I have a wondrous Saviour,
Whom Lord and King I call;

He is my one thing needful.
He is my all in all.

His merit is my merit,
I have no hope beside;

I endless life inherit,
By grace of Him who died.

When Satan casts his arrows.
He takes them to His heart;

He drinks my cup of sorrows.
He bears my sin's sore smart.

No other thought brings comfort,
When life's dread ills betide;

Naught but just this blest surety
That He is at my side.

Here as a friend to cherish.
To lean on by the way;

Here as my strong defender,
My everlasting stay.

And now earth's life seems shallow,
Its honors mean and small;

Its joys and woes but trifles,
For Jesus is my all.

The light that beams around me
Reveals His gracious mien;

All warmth, and joy, and beauty
Are just His glory's sheen.

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Nay, so within the compass

Of His life, my Hfe lies,
My moans of pain and woe are

But echoes of His sighs.

Thus fare I on my journey.

Surrounded by His love;
His rod and stafif my comfort,

I seek the home above.

That home no more uncertain

Since Christ, my life, is there;
Gone but awhile before me

My mansion to prepare.

And this shall be my heaven;

At His blest feet to fall.
And 'mid its mightiest powers

Own Him my all in all.

Batavia, New York, 1885.

A HYMN OF THE OLD YEAR.

We thank Thee, gracious Father!

For all Thy watchful care;
For springtime's budding promise,

For summer's harvest fair:
And, though the leaves have fallen.

Withered by winter's chill,
For ripened hopes — or blasted,

We thank Thee, Father, still.

We bless Thee, precious Saviour!

Thy love has known no stay;
Through sunlight and through shadow,

Biding with us alway:

54 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

Our hearts, alas! have wavered,
But Thine has e'er been true;

For all Thy patient mercy,
We bless, and love Thee too.

We praise Thee, Holy Spirit!

For we have felt Thy power
In ways of truth to lead us.

To lighten sorrow's hour;
For Thy victorious strivings

With souls astray and lost.
For sweet constraint and guidance,

We praise Thee, Holy Ghost!

Thee, Father, Son and Spirit,

We thank and bless, and praise.
For care, and grace, and guidance

Through all the Old Year's days;
And while we beg Thy favor

That we for Thee may live,
We plead, for sake of Jesus,

The Old Year's sin forgive!

Stockton, N. J., December, 1874.

FOR THE NEW YEAR.

As, from the ocean shore,

Anxious eyes peer,
Scanning the billows o'er

Distant and near;
So would we voyagers see
Whether our destiny
Joyous or sad must be.

In the New Year.

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E'en though some evil dream

Fill us with fear;
Though all the outlook seem

Stormy and drear,
No harm can e'er betide.
With Jesus at our side.
Trust Him! He will provide

Happy New Year.

Though in the months to come.

Any should hear
Summons from Heavenly home,

Calling them there.
Oh, how shall they, at rest.
Safe on their Saviour's breast.
Spend in that harbor blest,

Happy New Year.

But if, by mercy sweet,

At close of year.
Teachers and scholars meet

All again here.
How will our voices ring,
With the glad praise we bring,
As we together sing

Happy New Year!

Stockton, N. /., January, 1875.

THE BURNT-OFFERING.

In thee, blest Lamb, on altar laid,

A victim freely given,
I see my soul's full ransom paid,

My guarantee of heaven.

56 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

And as the smoking flames ascend,

Ashes the only loss,
As savors sweet to heaven tend.

To earth the earthly dross.

So, in the ceaseless fire of love,
My whole self is refined.

My soul, released, is drawn above,
My sin is left behind.

Yea, all I am and all I have

Is consecrate to Thee,
Who, my poor dying soul to save,

Didst give thy life for me.

Tis thine, but I would name it thine,

O seal it with thy seal.
And stay, by this the owner's sign,

All possible repeal.

Sure, for such love as thine, 'tis meet
That I, with joy, now bring

My life and lay it at thy feet,
A whole burnt-offering.

Batavia, New York,

PSALM XXII : ii.

Anxious I gazed o'er the sea of my troubles,
Tossing with billows of trial and fear;

Cried, as a soul, once before in his peril,
"Be not far from me, for trouble is near."

Trouble is near, and it ever comes nearer;

Nearer, as ocean-tide, with sullen roar,
Baffling all human help, mocking my weakness,

Cruel, remorseless, creeps up on the shore.

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Rock of Eternity! be Thou my refuge!

Standing secure amid waves wild and drear.
Drowning, I cling to Thee; hopeless, I trust Thee,

Be not far from me, for trouble is near.

Trouble is near, but my Saviour is nearer;

Firm is the Rock I feel under my feet.
Peace, faithless, trembling heart, He's not far from thee,

"Always I'm with thee," is His promise sweet.

So will I build on Him, ever abiding
Here, in the cleft of this Rock make my nest.

Trouble may ebb and flow — harmless its swelling;
Storms are but lullabies, soothing to rest.

Stockton, N. J., 1878.

THE SACRAMENTUM.

Lord, in this feast which Thou dost deign to bless,
We see the emblems of Thy sore distress
For us, Thy servitude to death, that we
Might from the sting of death be ever free.

Unworthy are our hearts, Thou knowest. Lord,
Our lives conformed but poorly to Thy Word;
But if in us Thou canst see aught that's meet
For e'en the humblest service at thy feet.

Dear Lord, we come to Thee. Here, at Thy cross,
The world seems little, all its wealth but dross;
And this alone is gain — Thy face to see.
And this is glory — to be lost in Thee.

We lay our hands in Thine — Thy pierced hand;
We call Thee Master, at Thy bidding stand
To know no will but Thine, to crave no good,
But to be sealed Thy servants with Thy blood.
Batavia, New York, November, iSyg.

58 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

THE TENTH ANNIVERSARY OF A CHURCH.

Ten years! Ten golden years!
Golden with precious love,

With wealth of grace
From God's rich store above.

Praise Him! Ten fruitful years!

Ten years! Ten iron years!
Iron in sturdy fight,

In constant toil
For Christ, for truth, for right.
Thank God! Ten busy years!

Ten years! Ten leaden years!
Leaden with worldly care

In hardened hearts
That sink to deep despair.

Alas! Ten wasted years!

Ten years! Ten finished years!
Passed to eternity

Before thee, soul!
What is their tale of thee?

God knows! Ten written years!

Stockton, N. J., June, 1878.

GETHSEMANE.

Chafing at duty's stern appeals,
Disposed to pleasure's soft delight.

In visions, such as night reveals,
My Saviour stands before my sight;

He seems to beckon. Follow me!

And leads me to Gethsemane.

A MEMORIAL.

Again I see, or seem to see,

His struggle with the darkness' power;
Again I hear his plaintive plea,
"Could ye not watch with me one hour?"
And sure the message comes to me
Here, with him, in Gethsemane.

"Watching with eager thought for self,
Watching for pleasure and for power,

Watching for honor, place and pelf,
Could ye not watch with me one hour?

Must joy and gain thy portion be,

And mine alone Gethsemane?

"Groans not the world with evils rife.

Calls not humanity for aid.
As when with sin in mortal strife

I wrestled 'neath this olive shade?
Is there no sweat of agony
For thee too, no Gethsemane?

"Unmindful of my changeless word,

That marks the servant's constant lot,
'Enough if he be as his Lord,'

From daily crosses shrinking not.
Wilt share my Paradise with me.
And not, as well, Gethsemane?"

At last with shame I now confess
That duty's cross bears duty's crown;

And rousing from my slothfulness,
My Saviour's plea I humbly own.

Lord, help me e'er to watch with thee,

Even in dark Gethsemane.

Batavia, New York, 1887.

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60 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

THE LITTLE CHILDREN.

'Mid the throngs of little children,
In the concourse of the life-way
Where I stand, their heedless frolic
And their heart-bewitching laughter

Making music in my ear.
Comes to me this serious question,
Whose the hands to shape the transfer,
From the careless to the careful.
Of these throngs of little children?

For the hearts of little children
Than the wax no less are plastic.
Sensitive and soon receptive
Of the slightest stamp of influence

From the hands of those they love.
Thine, my life to make impression
Of the likeness of the worldly,
Of the image of the Holy,
On the hearts of little children.

And the feet of little children,
How they follow, humbly follow,
Wheresoe'er our footsteps lead them.
Going upward, going downward,
To the right or to the wrong.
O, my soul, be not unmindful.
When I choose the way I walk in,
That behind, with gentle patter,
Come the feet of little children.

Ah, the graves of little children!
They are little, but they compass
Countless stores of precious memory,
All the world of hope and promise
That our stricken hearts can hold.

A MEMORIAL. 6l

Yet we turn, with chastened spirit,
From the hopeless, godless world-life.
And sweet heaven seems surer, nearer,
At the graves of little children.

O, the heaven of little children!

Pure and simple is its glory;

Where they stand in closest contact

With the tender hands that blessed them

In the earthly days of yore.
May my spirit be as theirs is
In its trust in Christ my Saviour,
That my place be found among them
In the heaven of little children.

Batavia, N. Y., 1887.

A VERY PRESENT HELP.

A footsore pilgrim in a weary land,

By desert heat and stony path distressed,
Beneath a great rock's cooling shade I stand

And long for rest.
When lo! from out a cleft sweet waters burst,
And Jesus bids me "Drink, and quench your thirst.'

Alone I pray, as in the fearsome wild

Afar from Father's sheltering fold I roam,
O Elder Brother, come and as a child

Lead me safe home.
When sounds his glad assurance, close and clear,
"I am the Way, fear not; lo! I am here."

Beset in soul I cry, while stealthy sin,

Unsleeping prowls about me, pressing sore
Through some unguarded portal to creep in,
O keep the door!

62 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

And comes the Shepherd's answer, calm and deep,
"All that my Father gives me I will keep."

Oppressed by sorrow's grievous load, with none

To lift my heavy weight of anxious care,
From out the dust I cry, O mighty One,

My burden bear!
And straightway comes His word, so strong and true,
"Cast all your care on me, I care for you."

Why should my soul then faint whate'er betide.

Though foes assault and fears within arise,
So as my Saviour's ever at my side

To heed my cries;
So as I hear the voice of my dear Friend,
"Lo, I am with you alway — to the end!"

Batavia, New York, 1886.

SAVE THE MOTHERS.

(For the Woman's Foreign Missionary Society.)

Tune — No. 247, Gospel Hymns.

I
Ah, millions there are of the heathen horde.

Their way to Eternity bent;
Stray sheep are they all of our own blest Lord,

To win them for Him we're sent.

REFRAIN FOR EACH VERSE.

Over the seas be His banner unfurled,
Anywhere, everywhere all through the world,

In every tongue shall the story be told.
The heart-winning tale of Jesus.

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2
These brutalized pagans were children each

Like the prattlers at our side;
Ah! had but their Mothers been able to teach

The tale of the Crucified.

3

Our sisters — these women with saddened eyes,

Their brows girt with hopeless gloom,
Half doubting, they hear, with a strange surprise,

Of a heaven where they may find room!

4
Oh think of the myriads saved from the moan

Of the thronged abyss below;
Nay, think of the dear Lord's joy on the throne,

Could we save these Mothers now.

5
The Mothers shall children to Jesus bring.

His rightful domain increase.
Until shall be crowned, as the whole world's king,

Immanuel, Prince of Peace.

6

How long shall they wait for the bread of life,

Their dark eyes with watching dim?
How long must He wait until satisfied?

Say, will you not give it for Himf

7

Then speak not of distance and count not the cost,

To Christians the wide world's given.
Our neighbor's the poor soul who needs us most.

In any land under God's heaven.

Batavia, New York, 1884.

64 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

A PICTURE FOR MEMORY.

(Written after the death of Mrs. Rev. Dr. C. W. Nassau.)

"Only forgetting myself!"
Resting in easy chair.
Sweet face 'mid soft, white hair,

Breath calm and deep;
Children around the while
Whisper, with loving smile,

"Mother's asleep."
Roused from her gentle reposing,
"Not sleeping, dear, only dosing;
Only forgetting myself."

Only forgetting thyself! '

Picture so beautiful,
Of all the dutiful

Scheme of thy life;
Constant in thoughtful love,
Sacred and Christlike, of

Mother and wife:
Always unselfishly giving
Others the gain of thy living —
Only forgetting thyself.

Only forgettng herself!
Hands crossed so restfully,
Eyes closed so trustfully,

Wearied feet still;
Bloom-tint on brow and cheek.
Lips the warm love yet speak.

Death cannot chill:
Jesus her memory keeping,
In His strong arms she is sleeping —
Only forgetting herself.
Stockton, N. J., June, 1878.

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TEMPERANCE HYMN.

Tune — No. 232, Gospel Hymns.

In the fresh mellow heart-soil of childhood and youth
So quickly spring up seeds of error or truth,
All too soon will life's harvest with tares be defiled
Unless good seed be sown in the heart of the child.

Sow the good seed,
Sow the good seed;
They're safe from the Tempter
If you sow the good seed.

Plant the love of the sober, the true and the pure
In the young heart right early; 'twill surely endure;
The fruit of the labor of love will be seen
When these temperance boys grow to temperance men.

Early begin,
Early begin;
They're safe from the Tempter
If you early begin.

Oh the wiles of the Tempter are many and strong.

He would blast the good grain with the blight of the wrong;

But if young hearts are given to Jesus to keep,

The harvest, in spite of the Tempter, he'll reap.

Bring them to Him,
Bring them to Him;
They're safe from the Tempter
If you bring them to Him.

Batavia, New York, 1885.

66 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

THE SHADOW OF LOVE.

E'en the crystal casts a shadow,

Flooded though it be with light;
And no day, though bright with sunshine,

But contains some shade of night;
Heavenly love, through purest spirits

Shines bedimmed by earthly dross,
Love, as well as light, casts shadows,

And its shadow is a cross.

THE NATION'S RALLY.
Tune — "Maryland, my Maryland."

With heart to heart and hand to hand,

Dear comrades all, dear comrades all,
United, firm and true we stand.

At Country's call, our Country's call:
We know no Faction's mean behest.
No North, nor South, nor East nor West,
One loyal love inspires each breast.

For Native Land, for Native Land.

CHORUS.

May Tyrants from their seats be hurled.
The Red and White and Blue unfurled,
Our Banner honored round the world,
America, America.

The Captain's call, the War-horn's blare.
The Flag's bright challenge of the brave.

The rush of ships, the tramp of men.
Through all the land, o'er all the wave;

The battle-flashes seen from far,

The screaming thunderbolts of war,

Our wounded homes' slow healing scar.

Drive us to prayer, drive us to prayer. — Cho.

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Lord God of Hosts, by whose decree,
All Nations rise or find their grave.

We lift our hands, our hearts to Thee,
Our Country save! our Country save!

Save from too boastful trust in might,

Save from Ambition's lustful blight.

Save, in our contest for the right,

And Thine the praise, all praise to Thee. — Cho.

Snow Hill, Maryland, May 26,

FROM THE "WEARY" LAND.

(Written for the funeral of a little child.)

'Sing, Mama, 'weary land' with me," —
Thus our little one urged her plea

With an eager, earnest face.
And, as we sang, she with sweet childish art
Joined in the song with an innocent heart

Wherein no trouble had place.

Charmed by the melody's refrain,
Little she knew as we sang the strain.

What sadness the words express, —
How mingles with faith, in the hopeful song,
A yearning for rest from the care and wrong

That make life a weariness.

Jesus kneWi^ as we could not know.
How sore the tender feet might grow

By earth's rough journey distressed;
And lovingly led, in his gentle hand.
Our dear little pilgrim from 'Weary Land,'

To His blessed land of rest.

68 REV. WILLIAM SWAN.

Ah! happy Baby! ne'er shalt thou
Taste of the weariness that now

Lies sore on our hearts and home.
Can we wish thee back in this "Weary Land"
From the Shepherd's safe side where thou dost stand

Waiting until we shall come?

Lamhertville, July, i8gi.

SUBMISSION TO GOD'S WILL.

Take Thine own way, with me, dear Lord!

Thou canst not otherwise than bless:
I launch me forth upon a sea

Of boundless love and tenderness.

I could not choose a larger bliss
Than to be wholly Thine; and mine

A will whose highest joy is this
To ceaselessly enclasp in Thine.

I will not fear Thee, O my God!

The days to come can only bring
Their perfect sequences of love,

Thy larger, deeper comforting.

Within the shadow of this love

Loss doth transmute itself to gain;

Faith veils earth's sorrows in its light,
And straightway lives above her pain.

We are not losers thus; we share
The perfect gladness of the Son.

Not conquered — for behold, we reign;
Conquered and Conqueror are one.

A MEMORIAL. 69

Thy wonderful grand will, my God!

Triumphantly I make it mine.
And faith shall breathe her glad Amen!

To every dear command of Thine.

Beneath the splendor of Thy choice,

Thy perfect choice for me, I rest:
Outside it now I dare not live,

Within it, I must needs be blest.

Meanwhile my spirit anchors calm

In grander regions still than this;
The fair, far shining latitudes

Of that yet unexplored bliss.

Then may Thy perfect, glorious will

Be evermore fulfilled in me;
And make my life an answering chord

Of glad responsive harmony.

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