The Pathos of the Rank and File

A touching incident is reported. It is said that a few of the Germans met with some of the Allied troops, and they dined together, many on both sides regretting with tears that there should be the bitter necessity of coming so soon again into conflict.
God bless the soldiers and the sailors. Thank God for the Gospels and Testaments and books we have been enabled to send them. God bless the loving friends who are helping us in this. The days are dark indeed — but the light of Christian love is shining. In another part of this number I shall tell you of our efforts on behalf of the souls of the troops and the continued need of help. Please send all you can; never was the need greater.
Can you hear the guns are sounding,
And the day is awful night,
While the souls are struggling, fighting,
Just as if to win were right?
Yes, I know the war is raging,
Agonies beyond compare
On the battlefield and sea waves —
Oh, beloved, let’s to prayer.
‘Tis the cry, “Behold, He cometh!”
‘Tis the nation’s call for prayer;
God will answer through the war-cloud
To your knees, then — everywhere.
Prayer will change a nation’s story,
Prayer will melt a heart of stone,
Prayer will bring the reign of Jesus,
Pray in groups and pray alone.
Pray until the angels, whisper,
“In the world all wars shall cease;
Christ has taken up His birthright,
He is ruling — Prince of Peace.”
M. Warburton Booth.