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knife, or in pain; their merriment and good-nature 

 often under circumstances most depressing. When 

 talking to a dying Eskimo of forty-five, who for a 

 fortnight had lain in terrible agony with his hands 

 blown off, I asked the poor fellow if the pain was 

 unbearable. He answered simply, "It is nothing 

 to what my Saviour bore in the Garden for me." 

 His last words were singing Zinzendorf s beautiful 

 hymn : 



" Jesus, day by day, 

 Guide us on our way." 



It continues: 



" Should the path us grieve, 



Thee we'll never leave ; 

 Lord, in days of greatest sadness, 

 Let us bear our cross with gladness ; 



Trials mark the road 



Leading home to God. 



All our steps attend, 



Guide us to the end ; 

 Should the way be rough and dreary, 

 With Thy strength support the weary ; 



When our race is o'er, 



Open, Lord, Thy door." 



