A Christian Sergeant writes: ―
“One Sunday afternoon we had just finished trenching in a wood. All was complete. I had been reading to four others in my dugout’ and prayed. We were holding a short service. I had just finished smoking, and we were heartily singing that beautiful hymn,
‘All hail the power of Jesu’s name,’
and had got through the third verse, when we were suddenly called to man our rifles, as the sentry had seen the enemy approaching and given us the warning. Over us scream harmlessly the big shells; some fall in front, some behind. Over comes the shrapnel and bursts over us; then the spurt of rifle-fire begins.... But we go on singing the chorus― ‘Crown Him,’ right on to title finish, although the enemy is only one hundred and fifty or two hundred yards away.”