Psalm 17:8-98Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings, 9From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about. (Psalm 17:8‑9); Psalm 22:55They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. (Psalm 22:5); Psalm 91:1-61He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 2I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. 3Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. 4He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. 5Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; 6Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. (Psalm 91:1‑6); Psalm 34:77The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear him, and delivereth them. (Psalm 34:7)
Two Americans who were crossing the Atlantic met on Sunday night to sing hymns in the cabin. As they sang the hymn, “Jesus, Lover of my Soul,” one of them heard an exceedingly rich and beautiful voice behind him. He looked around, and although he did not know the face he thought that he recognized the voice. So when the music ceased he turned around and asked the man if he had not been in the Civil War. The man replied that he had been a Confederate soldier.
“Were you at such a place on such a night?” asked the first.
“Yes,” he said, “and a curious thing happened that night; this hymn recalled it to my mind. I was on sentry duty on the edge of a wood. It was a dark night and very cold, and I was a little frightened because the enemy were supposed to be very near at hand. I felt very homesick and miserable, and about midnight, when everything was very still, I was beginning to feel very weary and thought that I would comfort myself by praying and singing a hymn. I remember singing this hymn —
‘All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring.
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.’
“After I had sung those words a strange peace came down upon me, and through the long night I remember having felt no more fear.”
“Now,” said the other man, “listen to my story. I was a Union soldier, and was in the wood that night with a party of scouts. I saw you standing up, although I didn’t see your face, and my men had their rifles focused upon you waiting the word to fire, but when you sang out —
‘Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.’
I said, ‘Boys, put down your rifles; we will go home.’ I couldn’t kill you after that.”