A soldier who is leading a vile life said, “When I was a little boy I used to sit on mother’s knees while she pointed to my father’s portrait, and told me how lonely the world felt now that he was dead. And we used to cry together, and before I went to bed, very often she and my sister and 1 used to sing,
‘Oh! that will be joyful, joyful, joyful, joyful,
When we meet to part no more.’
“But sin and time,” he continued, “have done their work,
‘And now ‘tis little joy
To know I’m further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.’
“I can’t break away from sin, it is too fascinating, yet I know it is dragging me to bell fast. I shall see many scores of old sinful pals there down in hell.”
“Oh! that will be awful, awful, awful, awful,
When we meet in hell to part no more.”
Dear reader, let us all pray for this poor soldier.