King George at a Soldier’s Grave in France

Bare-headed our King bends reverently over the grave of one of his dead soldiers, who has been slain fighting for England. We know not where he died, or how he died, but we know he has fought his last fight―he has passed into the silent ranks of the dead, and no earthly roll call will ever speak his name again. In unknown and unremembered graves are thousands of the loved and lost to earth. But not one soldier’s grave who died in the ranks of the King of kings will ever be unknown to Him in whose service they lived and died. He who has the keys of the grave saw the hurried burial ‘mid the battle storm; He saw where the mangled form was laid; He gave His angels charge of His soldier’s burial-place, and when the day of the first resurrection dawns the soldiers of the King of kings shall be raised from their graves and rise upward to meet their Lord in the air, and through the ranks of angels they shall pass to the grand review of heaven. And when the roll is called up yonder they’ll be there.