My Hiding Place
Two Americans who were crossing the Atlantic met on a 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 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 was supposed to be very near at hand. I felt very homesick and miserable and about midnight, when everything was very still, I thought that I would comfort myself by praying and singing a hymn. I remember singing the