The earth is crying as it bears its load of death—the manhood of nations lying cold and still upon it. And the souls are crying all over the battlefields today—motherless, wifeless, homeless, face to face with eternity. Do you net feel the burden of these souls upon you; precious souls, never dying souls? Oft in the night I hear the voices from the scenes of war. I see the wounded lying, and I hear their voices calling, and they want the Lord Jesus—the Saviour of the world.