Henry R Brenneman was born in Fairfield county, Ohio August 12th, 1831, and died in Elkhart, Ind, September 28th, 1887, aged 56 years, 1 month, and 16 days.
Funeral services were held in the Mennonite Church in Elkhart by Samuel Yoder and John Coffman, and at Shaum's church, where the burial took place, by David Burkholder and Eli Stofer.
Brother Brenneman was married to Matilda Blosser in 1850, who survives him, and is left alone in the world, yet surrounded with friends, and the comfort of the blessed promise of the Father in heaven who has said that he will be the widow's God.
He served in the office of deacon for twenty-three years. Many were his experiences and labors while serving the church in this capacity, and he will be much missed in the church and the conference where he labored. For a number of years Bro B wrote for the "Children's Column" in the HERALD OF TRUTH, where he was known as "Brother Henry." Through his writings in the "Herald, 'Words of Cheer, Gems of Truth" a valuable little book written by him, and his correspondence in private letters he endeared himself to many children and young persons, many of whom, though they never had the pleasure of seeing him personally, will feel on reading this notice that one of their best friends has been called from earth. He was a great friend to the children, and so great was his interest in them, and his familiarity with them that almost every boy and girl he met on the street or in the country expected a kind word from him. He labored earnestly in the Sunday School, and regularly taught a class of boys till within a few weeks of his death. Their teacher is gone, but may his instructions in which he so often pointed them to Jesus live in their hearts, and obeying them may then so live that they may meet their teacher in heaven where he so often longed to be.
He frequently gave earnest and instructive admonitions in the church services. As we review his life, and think of the tender affection with which he seemed to regard every one, we with sad hearts, yet resigned will say, "Father, they will be done." About 4 or 5 years ago Bro Henry composed a beautiful hymn and set it to music. While this was being sung in his funeral service almost every one present was affected to tears. May we not hope that he has gone to that "Home of the Blest," and now realizes the closing words of his hymn which will likely long live in many hearts that shall sing of the "Beautiful Land.
"When we get to that Home of the Blest,
From all pain to be free,
And with Jesus for ever to rest,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
Oh, that beautiful, beautiful land,
Is for you and for me!
There to be with the glorified band,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
With the blessed hope that we shall be so happy as to meet him in the "Beautiful Land" we say, "Farewell! Brother Henry; sweet be thy rest." We close this notice with the lines of J B Brathwaite in memory of the late Thomas Harvey.
"Thy evening service o'er, a sacrifice
Accepted of thy Lord, we fondly hoped
For years of usefulness with strength renewed,
But He who called, saw meet to crown thy life
And bid thee "Welcome Home" - Oh, blest exchange!
For in that rest all tears are wiped away.
And naught remains but endless peace and joy.
Rest on, loved brother, drinking of the streams
Fresh from the throne of God and of the Lamb
That satisfy all thirst. Let it be ours
Still held amongst earth's mists, in joyful faith
To wait not idly, but fulfill with love
The daily task, as servants of the King,
In whom alone the church on earth is one
In hallowed communion with the Church above,
To watch, to work, to worship and to praise.
Herald of Truth
Vol XXIV, No 20
15 October 1887
Funeral services were held in the Mennonite Church in Elkhart by Samuel Yoder and John Coffman, and at Shaum's church, where the burial took place, by David Burkholder and Eli Stofer.
Brother Brenneman was married to Matilda Blosser in 1850, who survives him, and is left alone in the world, yet surrounded with friends, and the comfort of the blessed promise of the Father in heaven who has said that he will be the widow's God.
He served in the office of deacon for twenty-three years. Many were his experiences and labors while serving the church in this capacity, and he will be much missed in the church and the conference where he labored. For a number of years Bro B wrote for the "Children's Column" in the HERALD OF TRUTH, where he was known as "Brother Henry." Through his writings in the "Herald, 'Words of Cheer, Gems of Truth" a valuable little book written by him, and his correspondence in private letters he endeared himself to many children and young persons, many of whom, though they never had the pleasure of seeing him personally, will feel on reading this notice that one of their best friends has been called from earth. He was a great friend to the children, and so great was his interest in them, and his familiarity with them that almost every boy and girl he met on the street or in the country expected a kind word from him. He labored earnestly in the Sunday School, and regularly taught a class of boys till within a few weeks of his death. Their teacher is gone, but may his instructions in which he so often pointed them to Jesus live in their hearts, and obeying them may then so live that they may meet their teacher in heaven where he so often longed to be.
He frequently gave earnest and instructive admonitions in the church services. As we review his life, and think of the tender affection with which he seemed to regard every one, we with sad hearts, yet resigned will say, "Father, they will be done." About 4 or 5 years ago Bro Henry composed a beautiful hymn and set it to music. While this was being sung in his funeral service almost every one present was affected to tears. May we not hope that he has gone to that "Home of the Blest," and now realizes the closing words of his hymn which will likely long live in many hearts that shall sing of the "Beautiful Land.
"When we get to that Home of the Blest,
From all pain to be free,
And with Jesus for ever to rest,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
Oh, that beautiful, beautiful land,
Is for you and for me!
There to be with the glorified band,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
With the blessed hope that we shall be so happy as to meet him in the "Beautiful Land" we say, "Farewell! Brother Henry; sweet be thy rest." We close this notice with the lines of J B Brathwaite in memory of the late Thomas Harvey.
"Thy evening service o'er, a sacrifice
Accepted of thy Lord, we fondly hoped
For years of usefulness with strength renewed,
But He who called, saw meet to crown thy life
And bid thee "Welcome Home" - Oh, blest exchange!
For in that rest all tears are wiped away.
And naught remains but endless peace and joy.
Rest on, loved brother, drinking of the streams
Fresh from the throne of God and of the Lamb
That satisfy all thirst. Let it be ours
Still held amongst earth's mists, in joyful faith
To wait not idly, but fulfill with love
The daily task, as servants of the King,
In whom alone the church on earth is one
In hallowed communion with the Church above,
To watch, to work, to worship and to praise.
Herald of Truth
Vol XXIV, No 20
15 October 1887
Henry R Brenneman was born in Fairfield county, Ohio August 12th, 1831, and died in Elkhart, Ind, September 28th, 1887, aged 56 years, 1 month, and 16 days.
Funeral services were held in the Mennonite Church in Elkhart by Samuel Yoder and John Coffman, and at Shaum's church, where the burial took place, by David Burkholder and Eli Stofer.
Brother Brenneman was married to Matilda Blosser in 1850, who survives him, and is left alone in the world, yet surrounded with friends, and the comfort of the blessed promise of the Father in heaven who has said that he will be the widow's God.
He served in the office of deacon for twenty-three years. Many were his experiences and labors while serving the church in this capacity, and he will be much missed in the church and the conference where he labored. For a number of years Bro B wrote for the "Children's Column" in the HERALD OF TRUTH, where he was known as "Brother Henry." Through his writings in the "Herald, 'Words of Cheer, Gems of Truth" a valuable little book written by him, and his correspondence in private letters he endeared himself to many children and young persons, many of whom, though they never had the pleasure of seeing him personally, will feel on reading this notice that one of their best friends has been called from earth. He was a great friend to the children, and so great was his interest in them, and his familiarity with them that almost every boy and girl he met on the street or in the country expected a kind word from him. He labored earnestly in the Sunday School, and regularly taught a class of boys till within a few weeks of his death. Their teacher is gone, but may his instructions in which he so often pointed them to Jesus live in their hearts, and obeying them may then so live that they may meet their teacher in heaven where he so often longed to be.
He frequently gave earnest and instructive admonitions in the church services. As we review his life, and think of the tender affection with which he seemed to regard every one, we with sad hearts, yet resigned will say, "Father, they will be done." About 4 or 5 years ago Bro Henry composed a beautiful hymn and set it to music. While this was being sung in his funeral service almost every one present was affected to tears. May we not hope that he has gone to that "Home of the Blest," and now realizes the closing words of his hymn which will likely long live in many hearts that shall sing of the "Beautiful Land.
"When we get to that Home of the Blest,
From all pain to be free,
And with Jesus for ever to rest,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
Oh, that beautiful, beautiful land,
Is for you and for me!
There to be with the glorified band,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
With the blessed hope that we shall be so happy as to meet him in the "Beautiful Land" we say, "Farewell! Brother Henry; sweet be thy rest." We close this notice with the lines of J B Brathwaite in memory of the late Thomas Harvey.
"Thy evening service o'er, a sacrifice
Accepted of thy Lord, we fondly hoped
For years of usefulness with strength renewed,
But He who called, saw meet to crown thy life
And bid thee "Welcome Home" - Oh, blest exchange!
For in that rest all tears are wiped away.
And naught remains but endless peace and joy.
Rest on, loved brother, drinking of the streams
Fresh from the throne of God and of the Lamb
That satisfy all thirst. Let it be ours
Still held amongst earth's mists, in joyful faith
To wait not idly, but fulfill with love
The daily task, as servants of the King,
In whom alone the church on earth is one
In hallowed communion with the Church above,
To watch, to work, to worship and to praise.
Herald of Truth
Vol XXIV, No 20
15 October 1887
Funeral services were held in the Mennonite Church in Elkhart by Samuel Yoder and John Coffman, and at Shaum's church, where the burial took place, by David Burkholder and Eli Stofer.
Brother Brenneman was married to Matilda Blosser in 1850, who survives him, and is left alone in the world, yet surrounded with friends, and the comfort of the blessed promise of the Father in heaven who has said that he will be the widow's God.
He served in the office of deacon for twenty-three years. Many were his experiences and labors while serving the church in this capacity, and he will be much missed in the church and the conference where he labored. For a number of years Bro B wrote for the "Children's Column" in the HERALD OF TRUTH, where he was known as "Brother Henry." Through his writings in the "Herald, 'Words of Cheer, Gems of Truth" a valuable little book written by him, and his correspondence in private letters he endeared himself to many children and young persons, many of whom, though they never had the pleasure of seeing him personally, will feel on reading this notice that one of their best friends has been called from earth. He was a great friend to the children, and so great was his interest in them, and his familiarity with them that almost every boy and girl he met on the street or in the country expected a kind word from him. He labored earnestly in the Sunday School, and regularly taught a class of boys till within a few weeks of his death. Their teacher is gone, but may his instructions in which he so often pointed them to Jesus live in their hearts, and obeying them may then so live that they may meet their teacher in heaven where he so often longed to be.
He frequently gave earnest and instructive admonitions in the church services. As we review his life, and think of the tender affection with which he seemed to regard every one, we with sad hearts, yet resigned will say, "Father, they will be done." About 4 or 5 years ago Bro Henry composed a beautiful hymn and set it to music. While this was being sung in his funeral service almost every one present was affected to tears. May we not hope that he has gone to that "Home of the Blest," and now realizes the closing words of his hymn which will likely long live in many hearts that shall sing of the "Beautiful Land.
"When we get to that Home of the Blest,
From all pain to be free,
And with Jesus for ever to rest,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
Oh, that beautiful, beautiful land,
Is for you and for me!
There to be with the glorified band,
Oh, how sweet it will be!
With the blessed hope that we shall be so happy as to meet him in the "Beautiful Land" we say, "Farewell! Brother Henry; sweet be thy rest." We close this notice with the lines of J B Brathwaite in memory of the late Thomas Harvey.
"Thy evening service o'er, a sacrifice
Accepted of thy Lord, we fondly hoped
For years of usefulness with strength renewed,
But He who called, saw meet to crown thy life
And bid thee "Welcome Home" - Oh, blest exchange!
For in that rest all tears are wiped away.
And naught remains but endless peace and joy.
Rest on, loved brother, drinking of the streams
Fresh from the throne of God and of the Lamb
That satisfy all thirst. Let it be ours
Still held amongst earth's mists, in joyful faith
To wait not idly, but fulfill with love
The daily task, as servants of the King,
In whom alone the church on earth is one
In hallowed communion with the Church above,
To watch, to work, to worship and to praise.
Herald of Truth
Vol XXIV, No 20
15 October 1887
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