"Come, let us join our cheerful songs:
Hallelujah to the Lamb who died on Mount Calvary.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah! Amen."

Line after line was sung exultantly, accompanied by a brass band.

Immediately afterward a man fell on his knees and prayed most
earnestly for a blessing on the meeting.

Then came another hymn:

"I love thee in life, I love thee in death;
If ever I love thee, my Jesus, 'tis now."

This hymn was also sung right through, and then, while a young
sergeant went to fetch the colors, the whole great body of people
burst into perfectly rapturous singing of the inspiriting words:

"The angels stand on the Hallelujah strand,
And sing their welcome home."

"Oh! Maurice would like that," whispered Cecile as she leant up
against Mrs. Moseley. She never forgot the chorus of that hymn, it
was to come back to her with a thrill of great comfort in a dark day
by and by. Mrs. Moseley held her hand firmly; she and her little
charge were looking at a strange sight.

There were three thousand faces, all intensely in earnest, all
bearing marks of great poverty, many of great and cruel hardship