Obituary for Edward P. Noyes


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Obituary for Edward P. Noyes


Clergy; Obituaries; Death; Christianity; Devotion; Sabbath schools; Heaven; Religious poetry; Funeral service


This appears to be a newspaper clipping of Edward Payson Noyes' obituary, the brother of the Noyes' missionaries. He died following an extended illness. Like his mother's obituary, this piece emphasizes his devotion to God and Christianity. It concludes with a poem about heaven found in Edward's papers.




Loose, The College of Wooster, Special Collections, Noyes Collection






Council on Library and Information Resources Hidden Special Collections Grant




eng (English)





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Thursday evening, October 16, 1902,
Edward P. Noyes, after long months of
suffering fell asleep in Jesus, and Sab-
bath afternoon under the beautiful
sunshine of a perfect October day, all
that remained to earth was laid to rest
in Mound Hill cemetery beside the loved
parents who have been sleeping there
for many years. A large circle of sor-
rowing friends gathered to pay the last
tribute of love and respect in the church,
where beautiful flowers expressed the
love and sympathy of dear friends, and
the draped organ, sorrow for the loss of
the master's touch.
Messages had been sent across the
sea to anxious ones in China that
they might be present in spirit. Loving
tender hands bore him to his last resting
place and sweet voices which in the past
had so often joined with his in the songs
of the sanctuary, sang once more for him
the hymns he loved, "Rock of Ages,"
"Thy will be done," and "They are
gathering homeward from every land,"
the music of the latter his own comp-
His present pastor, Mr. Sheeley, with
Mr. Notestein by whom he was ordained
as an elder, and Mr. Elliott who received
him into the church, with the pastors of
the other churches in Seville and Elder
James Stoaks were present to share in
the last services, and to testify to the
beauty and strength of his Christian
character and the value of his Christian
work. To each of the pastors with
whom he had shared in the care of the
church he had been a constant friend,
an able helper, a tower of strength. In
his death the church loses a faithful
elder, the session its clerk, the Sabbath
School its Superintendent, the choir its
chorister and organist, and the home its
head and center. In all these different
positions he had shown the same kind,
gentle, unselfish spirit, and rendered the
same faithful efficient service. Ever
inclined, in lowliness of mind, to esteem
others better than himself, only those
who knew him best knew the beauty of
his character.
Ever ready to heed the call of duty, he
considered the interests of Christ's
kingdom before everything else, and
responded promptly to every call for
service, for as he sometimes said, "the
King's business requires haste." His
warm sympathy was ever given to those
who were in affliction, and they were
always remembered in his morning and
evening prayers in the family circle, as
were those in the community who had
not yet accepted for themselves the
blessing of salvation. His prayers and
words of comfort, help, encouragement
and instruction in the prayermeeting
and in the Sabbath School will not soon
be forgotten.
Many earnest prayers from loving
friends have gone up for him during
these months and they are doubtless
"Answered in God's own best way" and
"Sometime we'll understand." Through
the long, weary months of suffering
which wore his life away no word of
complaint passed his lips until made
"perfect through suffering" he went
home to be "forever with the Lord."
Among his papers were found the fol-
lowing lines written several years since,
expressing his anticipations of the heav-
enly home:
There is a happy land
Where God and Christ abide
Prepared for all the saints
For whom the Savior died.
There they shall ever shine
Bright as the noonday sun.
When done with things of Time
And life's short day is done.

There is a promised land
For all, who love the Lord,
Who strive to do His will,
Obey His holy Word.
The Lord to each will say
Abide at my right hand,
Well done thou faithful one
Enter the promised land.

There is a holy land
Where those that enter in
Forever shall be free.
From every taint of sin
They shall be purified
When passed from earth below,
In Jesus' precious blood
Washed whiter than the show.

There is a blessed land
Where there will be no night,
There we will need no sun,
For God will be the light.
From sorrow, death and pain
We ever shall be free,
And in that blessed land
We'll spend eternity.

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Newspaper clipping


Unknown, “Obituary for Edward P. Noyes,” Letters from Harriet Noyes: Missionaries and Women's Education in Nineteenth Century China, accessed August 15, 2022,

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