Your Boys by Gipsy Smith
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page 21 of 41 (51%)
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He looked up and said, âYes, it is battered and bruised; but it will be
all right, Gipsy, when I get the crown!â One night I had got about fifty boys round me in a dug-out, with the walls blown out and bits of the roof off. I had taken some hymn-sheets, for I love to hear them sing. I never choose a hymn for themâI always let them choose their own hymns. There is wisdom in that. If they have asked for something and donât sing it, I can come down on them. Among the great hymns they choose are these: âJesu, Lover of my soul,â and I have heard them sing, âCover my defenceless head,â with the shells falling close to them. I have heard them sing, âI fear no foe ...â with every seat and every bit of building round us rocking with the concussion of things. And then they will choose: âThe King of Love my Shepherd is,â âThe Lordâs my Shepherd, Iâll not want,â âAbide with me,â âRock of ages, cleft for me,â |
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