So full
of music too. Voices untrained by art, but gifted by nature;
melodious and powerful; that took different parts in the tune,
and carried them through without the jar of a false note or a
false quantity; and a love both of song and of the truth which
made the music mighty. It was the greatest delight to me, that
singing, whether I joined them or only listened. One, — the
thought of it comes over me now and brings the water to my
eyes, —
"Am I a soldier of the cross —
Of the cross —
Of he cross —
A follower of the Lamb;
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Own his cause —
Own his cause, —
Or blush to speak His name?"
The repetitions at the end of every other line were: both
plaintive and strong; there was no weakness, but some
recognition of what it costs in certain circumstances to "own
His cause." I loved that dearly. But that was only one of
many.
Also the Bible words were wonderful sweet to me, as I was
giving them out to those who else had a "famine of the word."
Bread to the hungry, is quite another thing from bread on the
tables of the full.
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