Rev. James Hutson (1808-1879)

HUTSON, MODLIN, MAUDLIN

Posted By: Dorian Myhre (email)
Date: 3/11/2012 at 16:17:38

From Nevada Representative October 8, 1879

Iowa Center and Vicinity.

It becomes our sad duty to chronicle the death of so good a man at the Rev. James Hudson of Peoria City. he was born in Randolph county, N. Carolina, Feb. 25th, 1808. After becoming of age he was united in wedlock to Miss Mary Modlin, and immediately emigrated to Henry county, Indiana, where he lived until the year A. D., 1855, from thence he emigrated to Iowa, settling in Peoria City, where he remained until September 25th, 1879, when death called him away to try the realities of an unseen world. He had been a miniter of the gospel over forty years, and died as he lived a devoted servant of his master. Kindness of heart and an interest in his fellow man being prominent traits of his character, he hld a large circle in the vicinity of Peoria, not only spiritually but socially, within the "hollow of his hand." The funeral services were conducted by Rev. H. Rosenberger assisted by Rev. Boaz, and the remains were followed in their last resting place by over eight hundred truly sympathetic friends, whose hearts were bowed down with unfeigned sorrow. The following hymn, composed by Uncle Jimmy, was sung by him to this family on his death bed:

The time is quickly rolling on
When I must faint and die,
My body to the dust return
And there forgotten lie.

Through cold and heat I've oft times went
Have labored in distress,
To call on sinners to repent
And seek their Savior's face.

Though persecutions rage all around,
And anti-Christ appear,
My silent dust beneath the ground
Shall no disturbance hear.

My loving wife, my bosom friend,
The object of my love,
My time was sweetly spent with you,
My sweet, my harmless dove.

My Dear, you oft-times looked for me,
And oft-times seen me come,
But I must now depart from you,
And nevermore return.

I never can return to you,
Don't let this grieve your heart,
But you may quickly come to me,
Where we no more shall part.

My children all lie near my heart,
While nature seems to bind,
So hard it grieves me to depart,
And leave them all behind.

Oh Lord, a Father to them be,
And shield them from all harm,
That they may learn to worship Thee,
And dwell upon thy charms.

My brother preachers, boldly speak,
And stand on Zion's wall,
Review the strong, confirm the weak,
And after sinners call.

My brethren all, I bid adieu,
You whom I love so dear,
I am bound for heaven and so are you,
Go on and I will meet you there.

And when you hear my heart strings break,
How sweet the moments roll,
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.

ST CRISPIN.