The weekly examiner., 1901-08-03

In the army. CHORUS q@c-.,,.
 Reign, oh, reign, my Saviouri
 Reign, oh, reign, my Lord!
 Send the sanctifying power f|9
 In the army of the Lord,
 Send the sanctifying power
 - In the army. He will give you grace to conquer In the army of the Lord;
 He will give you grace to conquer
 In the army.
 He will fill you with his spirit
 !n the army of the Lord;
 He will fill you with his spirit
 lin the army
 Oh, feel the power is coming
 In the Arny of the Lord,
 Oh, feel the power is coming
 In -te Army!
 It was at the close of the collection that Rhena spoke. AS long as he lived Stuart will never. forget the feeling with which he listened nor the inn pression made upon the rough, uncuI- tured audience. Where had this young woman, reared in the hothouse atmos- phere of society, trained to it's artificial politeness and refinement, caught the spirit which knows how to speak to the people of the street and the mine and the coarse toll of humble homes? Certain 1t was she had caught it, and the old storage room, with its audience of stolid, hardened, rough men and women, was the scene of a strange victory of spirit over spirit. Rhena's voice was wonderful help. It was very clear and strong for such a little body. It penetrated into the souls of the people. But it was what she said that held them bound like captives to her will. She spoke simply, lovingly, with true enthusiasm, of the great love of God in sending his Son into the world. 1t was not preaching; 1t was a message of one saved soul to others who were still in peril. She spoke only a few minutes, and as she closed she asked those who were under conviction to come forward and kneel by the platform. At once an old man stun i01ed out in to the aisle. He was partly under the influence of liquor, and if 1t had not been for the friendly pushes of the peo- pie on either side of the aisle as he tumb1ed tip first against one, then against another, it is doubtful if he would have succeeded in getting as far as the platform. He did reach it, how ever, and kneeled down after fashion, resting his head and arms on the plat form at Rhena's feet. Instantly, in a voice that thrilled every ear in the room, Rhena started the song:
 Return, O wanderers. return,
 And seek your Fathers facel
 Those new desires that in you burn
 Were kindled by his grace.
 Return, O wanderer, returni / He hears your humble sigh. .T1.< He sees your softened spirit Enourn S When no one else is nigh. 1 Return, O wanderer, returnl Your Saviour bids you live;
 Come to his cross, and you will learn
 How freely he'll forgive.
 Each time the army came in with the chorus:
 Oh you must be a lover of the Lord
 Or-you can't go to heaven when you dief The contrast between the absolutely cultivated tone of the song in the verses and the noisy, drum accompa- nied rattle of the chorus was startling to Stuart. He winced at 1t every time. Rhena did not seem in the least dis turbed. She smiled at the enthusiastic swing of the arm that beat the big drum and nodded her head in time to the rush of the chorus as it was also caught up by the audience.
 Several persons went forward and knelt during this song. At its conclu- sion the major, who seemed in con- mand this evening, called for testimo- nies. They came, brief and simple, from nearly every member of the army on the platform and were listened to in perfect silence, which was sometimes followed by a elapping of hands in the audience or by the rest of the army. The testimonies generally consisted of brief statement, something like this: "Two months ago Hound Jesus right here in this room, praise be his name! He is very precious to my soH1.''
 '"The Lord spoke to me from the cross just three weeks ago tonight, and I gave him my heart. Halleluiah!' T was drunken, worthless sinner washed in the blood of the Lambs and I ana not ashamed to tesify of his sal vaN6R."
 b4EOFG 1 was COuV0r6eu duu JO1AlHu the aRmy I was known as 'Scaly Joe,- the whisky soak Now I'm a man; haven't had a nip for more'n a maaKh, and my name is Joseph now, and don't you forget 1t! Amenw One of the late converts among the women came forward, and in a treEn--s bling voice, with tears running down her cheeks, ahe sald, while the hughtT