Book-bot.com - read famous books online for free

Your Boys by Gipsy Smith
page 21 of 41 (51%)
He looked up and said, “Yes, it is battered and bruised; but it will be
all right, Gipsy, when I get the crown!”

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 them—I always let them
choose their own hymns. There is wisdom in that. If they have asked for
something and don’t sing it, I can come down on them. Among the great
hymns they choose are these:

“Jesu, Lover of my soul,”

and I have heard them sing,

“Cover my defenceless head,”

with the shells falling close to them. I have heard them sing,

“I fear no foe ...”

with every seat and every bit of building round us rocking with the
concussion of things. And then they will choose:


“The King of Love my Shepherd is,”
“The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want,”
“Abide with me,”
“Rock of ages, cleft for me,”


DigitalOcean Referral Badge