Margaret Hartwell’s Miraculous Finding of Her Father’s Faith

“The first strain sent something throbbing through Margaret’s being. At first she scarcely understood what, then came a sad sweet memory of her father on that wonderful day they had spent together years ago. It was his hymn. How should these people know it? Was it possible—could they be—his people? Her heart was beating in a tumult of emotion; her face had grown pale and tears streamed over her cheeks... ‘My father,’ she tried to explain her agitation, ‘sang it to me once—he told me about the people to whom it belonged; he told me of their faith. I’ve longed for years to hear that hymn—to see the people, to know the religion. Is it your song? Was my father one of you?’ — The Young Woman's Journal 23:12”