Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

struck him as being just what was wanted; but he
knew nothing of its origin. It was carried to several
others, who were thought of, as its author, but no
author or owner of it could be found. “Perhaps an
angel from heaven had sent it!” So they talked, at
any rate.
However, the hymn was copied with the pen,
and the sheets multiplied to supply all who wished
for one. The day came, and the hymn was sung,
with the greatest enthusiasm, to the favorite old
tune, “Delight”!
But among those who distributed the copies,
there was a worthy Baptist minister, by the name of
Kendrick, who had taken a warm interest in Mr.
Miller. His suspicions had pointed him to the
author of the piece; and when Mr. Miller came,
with others, to get a copy, his appearance and
manner confirmed Elder Kendrick’s suspicions.
Further inquiry brought forth a confession of
authorship. To use the phrase of the old folks, “it
was a great feather in his cap.” He had touched the
right chord in the right way. The pious and
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