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The Pilgrim's Songbook

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Oswald Chambers
Oswald Chambers

Oswald Chambers (July 24, 1874 – November 15, 1917) was a Scottish Christian minister, teacher, and writer, best known for his devotional classic 'My Utmost for His Highest'. Born in Aberdeen, he studied art in London before feeling called to ministry. He taught at the Bible Training College in London and served as a YMCA chaplain to British soldiers in Egypt during World War I, where he died of complications from appendicitis. His works, compiled posthumously by his wife Gertrude, have inspired millions worldwide. more

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