A soldier sends the following from the Front: ―
“We sang ‘Jesus, lover of my soul’! How I love that hymn! Many a time as we walked up the ruined way to the trenches have I sung it, just softly inside. Nobody realizes the meaning of ‘Cover my defenseless head’ like the boy marching with bullets ‘pinging’ overhead! Then speculation goes by the board, and the small doubts disappear in the magnitude of realizing that there is nothing in the whole world to assist or protect, save faith in a loving God. Then it is that one realizes the great defenselessness, and the fact that there is ‘no other cover.’”