Touching Funeral Service

What procedure to follow Jim Gordon did not know, but he pulled his Bible from his pocket, and again it opened at the twenty-third Psalm, and this he read, the men standing round giving reverent attention.
At the conclusion of the reading he asked the men to sing softly the metrical version of the psalm. How soulfully they sang it! It was evident their minds were carried back to the villages in the glens, to the peaceful kirks amid the rugged grandeur of the Scottish hills, and to the loved ones who awaited their return. There was hardly a dry eye in the little company, for by now they all knew that among those they were committing to the grave was Jim’s chum.
The song over, Jim prayed, and the graves were filled in. As he looked for the last time on the dearly-loved face of his old comrade he found comfort in the blessed assurance that they would meet in the Better Land, where pain and parting, war and death are unknown.
The War Cry.