There was silence as these lines fell on the ears of the Germans, familiar with them from the cradle. Others joined and before long the whole company were singing: “Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing; Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God’s own choosing. Doth ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He; Lord Sabaoth is His name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle.” The tide was turned and, encouraged, they resumed their work and kept at it. Before morning the joyful news came up from the pit that the men were found and that they were alive. What a word in season was this girl’s hymn! Here is a touching story about What a Blind Soldier Wanted to Hear When a Salvation Army officer was conducting a song service in the wards of the hospital at Bazeilles, France, where there were many wounded American soldiers during the World War, a blind lad asked them to sing something for him. The choice was appropriate and pathetic as he expressed a desire to hear the old hymn: “Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on!” One can easily imagine that the words prayerfully expressed the deepest desire of his soul. The theme of this chapter is impressively brought home concerning a girl who was Blind and Lonely, But Still Singing She had just entered her ’teens when she was stricken with tuberculosis. Sent to the Adirondacks, she did not recover. Later she went to the home of her grandparents, and there she died. She was a member of the Sunday School in the church of which I was then pastor. She had a sweet, clear voice, and on special occasions she was generally on the program for a solo. When called to conduct the funeral, her relatives told me that the night before she died she became blind. Unable to see, she three times called, “Papa, Papa, Papa!” But her father was not present to respond to her call. Not long afterwards she broke into song. Those watching with her were deeply moved as she began: “Be not dismayed whate’er betide, God will take care of you; Beneath His wings of love abide, God will take care of you.”[5] She sang the entire hymn, even to the last verse: “No matter what may be the test, God will take care of you; Lean, weary one, upon His breast, God will take care of you. God will take care of you, Thro’ ev’ry day, o’er all the way; He will take care of you, God will take care of you.” When the morning came, God took her into the heavenly home, and she had passed from darkness and pain to light and joy. How a night of sorrow ended is seen when a man was Transfigured by Matheson’s Hymn