Rev. William F. Cosner (http://www.wvculture.org/history/agrext/mtstorm.html)
The subject of this sketch was born Nov. 29, 1845, near Mount Storm, Hardy County, Virginia, now Grant County, West Virginia. His father's name was Samuel Cosner and his mother, Mary Anne, was a daughter of Frances D. Idleman. As there were no public schools in Virginia until long after this time, William had poor opportunities for his early education. His parents taught him to read and write,. He then was privileged to attend two pay schools. Each of these schools lasted for about three months and were called Quarter Schools. After he had finished the second quarter the death of his father occurred and William was obliged to remain at home and work to support his mother and sisters, but during this time his spare moments were spent in study and writing poetry.
He had a deeply religious nature and though quite young was a worker in the first Sunday School organized at Mount Storm. After a time he left Mount Storm with his mother and sisters and located in Canaan Valley where ha organized a Sunday School in a log school house where he was never absent from service save once. While residing in Canaan he rode on horse back to Moorefield a distance of fifty miles to unite with the Presbyterian Church of which his mother was an ardent member. When asked by the pastor, Rev. Geo. W. White his grounds of hope he replied by handing him a poem, written by himself, beginning,- "Jesus is my full salvation". This so pleased Dr. White that he carried it before the next session of the Presbytery, where it was unanimously decided to offer to educate him for the ministry. Dr. White was immediately sent to Canaan Valley to make the arrangements. William gladly accepted the offer and pursuant to the plan moved his family back to a home among relatives at Mount Storm. He then attended school two years at Moorefield. This course of study prepared him to enter Washington and Lee University where he remained three years. During that time he and a classmate, by invitation, called upon Robert E. Lee. It was a short time before his death and he was quite feeble. At the close of their visit General Lee asked them to kneel beside him while he prayed God to bless them. William was so impressed by the gracious and dignified bearing of the General that he exclaimed to his schoolmate that he was the most perfect gentleman he had ever met.
After leaving the University William entered the University of Hampden Sidney, Virginia, where he completed his course and was ordained. He had gained a year's time on the scheduled course and graduated with the highest honors of a class of twenty-six students.
At the request of his neighbors and friends at home he was installed by Dr. White as a Home Missionary in the Allegheny Field, of which he was the founder. He labored industriously here over a large field for about two years, when death's messenger called him home.
Two of his poems are printed here which we believe will be of interest to the reader:
WE LOVE TO MEET
By W. F. Cosner
We love to meet together within our peaceful Grange There with fraternal feelings kind greetings to exchange, We love our noble order, and for it we will pray That God will smile upon it, nor turn his face away.
We love the work of patrons, the tilling of the soil, O, happy is the farmer, who does not fear to toil; While flocks and herds are feeding he ploughs and plants his fields And hopes and waits till autumn its golden store shall yield.
We love the happy springtime which brings the wild sweet flowers, When birds are singing sweetly through all the morning hours, We love the rosy summer, and autumn's golden store Nor fear the storms of winter that play around our door.
We love the fertile meadows, they seem so fresh and fair, The sunny fields and pastures, how beautiful they are! And round ths farmer's dwelling the sweetest flowers bloom There happy hearts are betting - we love the farmer's home.
Since God made all around us so beautiful appear We'll love Him and we'll praise Him, His goodness crowns the year. O! may He bless each patron with happiness and peace, And bring us all to praise Him when all life's toils shall cease.
CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD
By W. F. Cosner
Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee. ps.iv-22 Cast thy burden on the Lord, Child of sorrow, do not fear; If thou wilt believe His word
Bright thy morn shall soon appear, Art thou sinful? Why despair? Pardon, peace will Christ afford, Come to Him by faith and prayer, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Has some one left thee here Mourning o'er a grave so low? Thou shall find a comforter If thou wilt to Jesus go. Have thy friends forsaken thee? Still rely upon His word He can all thy sorrows see, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tempted? Jesus knows All the dangers of the way: Though the hosts of hell oppose He will keep thee day by day. Art thou weak? On Him rely Strength to thee will he afford Thou shall find Him ever nigh; Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tossed with doubts? His love Knows no change -He died for thee- Trust in Him and soon above Thou His smiling face shall see Come to Him with all thy grief; Ever be His name adored! Here the soul can find relief Cast thy burden on the Lord.
The subject of this sketch was born Nov. 29, 1845, near Mount Storm, Hardy County, Virginia, now Grant County, West Virginia. His father's name was Samuel Cosner and his mother, Mary Anne, was a daughter of Frances D. Idleman. As there were no public schools in Virginia until long after this time, William had poor opportunities for his early education. His parents taught him to read and write,. He then was privileged to attend two pay schools. Each of these schools lasted for about three months and were called Quarter Schools. After he had finished the second quarter the death of his father occurred and William was obliged to remain at home and work to support his mother and sisters, but during this time his spare moments were spent in study and writing poetry.
He had a deeply religious nature and though quite young was a worker in the first Sunday School organized at Mount Storm. After a time he left Mount Storm with his mother and sisters and located in Canaan Valley where ha organized a Sunday School in a log school house where he was never absent from service save once. While residing in Canaan he rode on horse back to Moorefield a distance of fifty miles to unite with the Presbyterian Church of which his mother was an ardent member. When asked by the pastor, Rev. Geo. W. White his grounds of hope he replied by handing him a poem, written by himself, beginning,- "Jesus is my full salvation". This so pleased Dr. White that he carried it before the next session of the Presbytery, where it was unanimously decided to offer to educate him for the ministry. Dr. White was immediately sent to Canaan Valley to make the arrangements. William gladly accepted the offer and pursuant to the plan moved his family back to a home among relatives at Mount Storm. He then attended school two years at Moorefield. This course of study prepared him to enter Washington and Lee University where he remained three years. During that time he and a classmate, by invitation, called upon Robert E. Lee. It was a short time before his death and he was quite feeble. At the close of their visit General Lee asked them to kneel beside him while he prayed God to bless them. William was so impressed by the gracious and dignified bearing of the General that he exclaimed to his schoolmate that he was the most perfect gentleman he had ever met.
After leaving the University William entered the University of Hampden Sidney, Virginia, where he completed his course and was ordained. He had gained a year's time on the scheduled course and graduated with the highest honors of a class of twenty-six students.
At the request of his neighbors and friends at home he was installed by Dr. White as a Home Missionary in the Allegheny Field, of which he was the founder. He labored industriously here over a large field for about two years, when death's messenger called him home.
Two of his poems are printed here which we believe will be of interest to the reader:
WE LOVE TO MEET
By W. F. Cosner
We love to meet together within our peaceful Grange There with fraternal feelings kind greetings to exchange, We love our noble order, and for it we will pray That God will smile upon it, nor turn his face away.
We love the work of patrons, the tilling of the soil, O, happy is the farmer, who does not fear to toil; While flocks and herds are feeding he ploughs and plants his fields And hopes and waits till autumn its golden store shall yield.
We love the happy springtime which brings the wild sweet flowers, When birds are singing sweetly through all the morning hours, We love the rosy summer, and autumn's golden store Nor fear the storms of winter that play around our door.
We love the fertile meadows, they seem so fresh and fair, The sunny fields and pastures, how beautiful they are! And round ths farmer's dwelling the sweetest flowers bloom There happy hearts are betting - we love the farmer's home.
Since God made all around us so beautiful appear We'll love Him and we'll praise Him, His goodness crowns the year. O! may He bless each patron with happiness and peace, And bring us all to praise Him when all life's toils shall cease.
CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD
By W. F. Cosner
Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee. ps.iv-22 Cast thy burden on the Lord, Child of sorrow, do not fear; If thou wilt believe His word
Bright thy morn shall soon appear, Art thou sinful? Why despair? Pardon, peace will Christ afford, Come to Him by faith and prayer, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Has some one left thee here Mourning o'er a grave so low? Thou shall find a comforter If thou wilt to Jesus go. Have thy friends forsaken thee? Still rely upon His word He can all thy sorrows see, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tempted? Jesus knows All the dangers of the way: Though the hosts of hell oppose He will keep thee day by day. Art thou weak? On Him rely Strength to thee will he afford Thou shall find Him ever nigh; Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tossed with doubts? His love Knows no change -He died for thee- Trust in Him and soon above Thou His smiling face shall see Come to Him with all thy grief; Ever be His name adored! Here the soul can find relief Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Rev. William F. Cosner (http://www.wvculture.org/history/agrext/mtstorm.html)
The subject of this sketch was born Nov. 29, 1845, near Mount Storm, Hardy County, Virginia, now Grant County, West Virginia. His father's name was Samuel Cosner and his mother, Mary Anne, was a daughter of Frances D. Idleman. As there were no public schools in Virginia until long after this time, William had poor opportunities for his early education. His parents taught him to read and write,. He then was privileged to attend two pay schools. Each of these schools lasted for about three months and were called Quarter Schools. After he had finished the second quarter the death of his father occurred and William was obliged to remain at home and work to support his mother and sisters, but during this time his spare moments were spent in study and writing poetry.
He had a deeply religious nature and though quite young was a worker in the first Sunday School organized at Mount Storm. After a time he left Mount Storm with his mother and sisters and located in Canaan Valley where ha organized a Sunday School in a log school house where he was never absent from service save once. While residing in Canaan he rode on horse back to Moorefield a distance of fifty miles to unite with the Presbyterian Church of which his mother was an ardent member. When asked by the pastor, Rev. Geo. W. White his grounds of hope he replied by handing him a poem, written by himself, beginning,- "Jesus is my full salvation". This so pleased Dr. White that he carried it before the next session of the Presbytery, where it was unanimously decided to offer to educate him for the ministry. Dr. White was immediately sent to Canaan Valley to make the arrangements. William gladly accepted the offer and pursuant to the plan moved his family back to a home among relatives at Mount Storm. He then attended school two years at Moorefield. This course of study prepared him to enter Washington and Lee University where he remained three years. During that time he and a classmate, by invitation, called upon Robert E. Lee. It was a short time before his death and he was quite feeble. At the close of their visit General Lee asked them to kneel beside him while he prayed God to bless them. William was so impressed by the gracious and dignified bearing of the General that he exclaimed to his schoolmate that he was the most perfect gentleman he had ever met.
After leaving the University William entered the University of Hampden Sidney, Virginia, where he completed his course and was ordained. He had gained a year's time on the scheduled course and graduated with the highest honors of a class of twenty-six students.
At the request of his neighbors and friends at home he was installed by Dr. White as a Home Missionary in the Allegheny Field, of which he was the founder. He labored industriously here over a large field for about two years, when death's messenger called him home.
Two of his poems are printed here which we believe will be of interest to the reader:
WE LOVE TO MEET
By W. F. Cosner
We love to meet together within our peaceful Grange There with fraternal feelings kind greetings to exchange, We love our noble order, and for it we will pray That God will smile upon it, nor turn his face away.
We love the work of patrons, the tilling of the soil, O, happy is the farmer, who does not fear to toil; While flocks and herds are feeding he ploughs and plants his fields And hopes and waits till autumn its golden store shall yield.
We love the happy springtime which brings the wild sweet flowers, When birds are singing sweetly through all the morning hours, We love the rosy summer, and autumn's golden store Nor fear the storms of winter that play around our door.
We love the fertile meadows, they seem so fresh and fair, The sunny fields and pastures, how beautiful they are! And round ths farmer's dwelling the sweetest flowers bloom There happy hearts are betting - we love the farmer's home.
Since God made all around us so beautiful appear We'll love Him and we'll praise Him, His goodness crowns the year. O! may He bless each patron with happiness and peace, And bring us all to praise Him when all life's toils shall cease.
CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD
By W. F. Cosner
Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee. ps.iv-22 Cast thy burden on the Lord, Child of sorrow, do not fear; If thou wilt believe His word
Bright thy morn shall soon appear, Art thou sinful? Why despair? Pardon, peace will Christ afford, Come to Him by faith and prayer, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Has some one left thee here Mourning o'er a grave so low? Thou shall find a comforter If thou wilt to Jesus go. Have thy friends forsaken thee? Still rely upon His word He can all thy sorrows see, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tempted? Jesus knows All the dangers of the way: Though the hosts of hell oppose He will keep thee day by day. Art thou weak? On Him rely Strength to thee will he afford Thou shall find Him ever nigh; Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tossed with doubts? His love Knows no change -He died for thee- Trust in Him and soon above Thou His smiling face shall see Come to Him with all thy grief; Ever be His name adored! Here the soul can find relief Cast thy burden on the Lord.
The subject of this sketch was born Nov. 29, 1845, near Mount Storm, Hardy County, Virginia, now Grant County, West Virginia. His father's name was Samuel Cosner and his mother, Mary Anne, was a daughter of Frances D. Idleman. As there were no public schools in Virginia until long after this time, William had poor opportunities for his early education. His parents taught him to read and write,. He then was privileged to attend two pay schools. Each of these schools lasted for about three months and were called Quarter Schools. After he had finished the second quarter the death of his father occurred and William was obliged to remain at home and work to support his mother and sisters, but during this time his spare moments were spent in study and writing poetry.
He had a deeply religious nature and though quite young was a worker in the first Sunday School organized at Mount Storm. After a time he left Mount Storm with his mother and sisters and located in Canaan Valley where ha organized a Sunday School in a log school house where he was never absent from service save once. While residing in Canaan he rode on horse back to Moorefield a distance of fifty miles to unite with the Presbyterian Church of which his mother was an ardent member. When asked by the pastor, Rev. Geo. W. White his grounds of hope he replied by handing him a poem, written by himself, beginning,- "Jesus is my full salvation". This so pleased Dr. White that he carried it before the next session of the Presbytery, where it was unanimously decided to offer to educate him for the ministry. Dr. White was immediately sent to Canaan Valley to make the arrangements. William gladly accepted the offer and pursuant to the plan moved his family back to a home among relatives at Mount Storm. He then attended school two years at Moorefield. This course of study prepared him to enter Washington and Lee University where he remained three years. During that time he and a classmate, by invitation, called upon Robert E. Lee. It was a short time before his death and he was quite feeble. At the close of their visit General Lee asked them to kneel beside him while he prayed God to bless them. William was so impressed by the gracious and dignified bearing of the General that he exclaimed to his schoolmate that he was the most perfect gentleman he had ever met.
After leaving the University William entered the University of Hampden Sidney, Virginia, where he completed his course and was ordained. He had gained a year's time on the scheduled course and graduated with the highest honors of a class of twenty-six students.
At the request of his neighbors and friends at home he was installed by Dr. White as a Home Missionary in the Allegheny Field, of which he was the founder. He labored industriously here over a large field for about two years, when death's messenger called him home.
Two of his poems are printed here which we believe will be of interest to the reader:
WE LOVE TO MEET
By W. F. Cosner
We love to meet together within our peaceful Grange There with fraternal feelings kind greetings to exchange, We love our noble order, and for it we will pray That God will smile upon it, nor turn his face away.
We love the work of patrons, the tilling of the soil, O, happy is the farmer, who does not fear to toil; While flocks and herds are feeding he ploughs and plants his fields And hopes and waits till autumn its golden store shall yield.
We love the happy springtime which brings the wild sweet flowers, When birds are singing sweetly through all the morning hours, We love the rosy summer, and autumn's golden store Nor fear the storms of winter that play around our door.
We love the fertile meadows, they seem so fresh and fair, The sunny fields and pastures, how beautiful they are! And round ths farmer's dwelling the sweetest flowers bloom There happy hearts are betting - we love the farmer's home.
Since God made all around us so beautiful appear We'll love Him and we'll praise Him, His goodness crowns the year. O! may He bless each patron with happiness and peace, And bring us all to praise Him when all life's toils shall cease.
CAST THY BURDEN ON THE LORD
By W. F. Cosner
Cast thy burden upon the Lord and He will sustain thee. ps.iv-22 Cast thy burden on the Lord, Child of sorrow, do not fear; If thou wilt believe His word
Bright thy morn shall soon appear, Art thou sinful? Why despair? Pardon, peace will Christ afford, Come to Him by faith and prayer, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Has some one left thee here Mourning o'er a grave so low? Thou shall find a comforter If thou wilt to Jesus go. Have thy friends forsaken thee? Still rely upon His word He can all thy sorrows see, Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tempted? Jesus knows All the dangers of the way: Though the hosts of hell oppose He will keep thee day by day. Art thou weak? On Him rely Strength to thee will he afford Thou shall find Him ever nigh; Cast thy burden on the Lord.
Art thou tossed with doubts? His love Knows no change -He died for thee- Trust in Him and soon above Thou His smiling face shall see Come to Him with all thy grief; Ever be His name adored! Here the soul can find relief Cast thy burden on the Lord.
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