Thursday, July 19, 2018


It was a dark night in Marshfield, Massachusetts, October 24, 1852. A great American named Daniel Webster was dying. He was ready. His physician Dr. Jeffries, a sensitive Christian, administered as much medicine as he could. Since he knew that his patient’s death was near, he chose to be a friend as well as a physician. He picked up an old well-worn hymnal and began to read the words of one of his favorite hymns: “There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins, and sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains.” Dr. Jeffries read every stanza and when he got to the last, Webster’s lips were moving though no sound came. Together they read, “When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave, then in a nobler sweeter song I’ll sing thy power to save.” He looked at Webster. Their eyes met. And Webster uttered three final words: “Amen, amen, amen.”