Christian hymns
they knew at home. Eyes lit up and faces were aglow as they sang
"Nearer, My God, to Thee," "Lead, Kindly Light," and "Fight the Good
Fight." Gradually the numbers increased until a thousand men were
singing. Then we began the address. Here were open-hearted boys some
of whom had gone down before the temptations of the port cities and who
now have to face the dangers of a camp in France. We began on moral
themes. Within half an hour it seemed as if the better nature of every
man was with us. The Christian ideals of home, of the Church, and of
their own best selves surged up again, until we had seated and standing
nearly twelve hundred men, many of whom were ready to make the fight
for purity with the help of Jesus Christ. One can never forget that
closing hymn as the men rose to sing "God Be With You Till We Meet
Again." We saw tear-stained faces before us as nearly the whole
company joined in the song "Tell Mother I'll Be There."

Here was one poor fellow who felt he could not sign the decision card.
He sent up this little note: "I am the worst man in the tent--a man who
robbed his old father of his life's savings. How can I hope to be any
good again without any prospect of ever being able to repay this
money?" But before he left he had accepted God's forgiveness, and the
dawn of a new eternity breaks upon his happy face. There was another
man, the worst character in the regiment. Finally, touched by the
secretary's kindness, he had read his little pocket Testament in
prison, had yielded his life to Christ, and was now witnessing among
the soldiers in the camp. Another, broken down, came up to say he had
wronged a girl at home, and to ask if there was any hope for him. The
last man, Bob A----, serving at present with a British regiment, tells
us he was a Christian in Cleveland, Ohio, before the war. He lay all
last night drunk in the fields, but, convicted of his profligate life,
he repented and turned back again to God. There was another boy who
stopped to tell us that ever since a previous meeting he had knelt in
prayer every night before all the men.

At the close of the meeting another man stepped up and handed in a
letter, saying: "Thank you for that message tonight, sir. I will be
true to the little girl I left at home. Here is a letter I had just
written to a bad woman. God helping me I will not go. I have signed
the War Roll tonight and I am going to be true to it." Hundre