William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!

And those stirring lines, so applicable to our suffering heroes-

Am I a soldier of the Cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

These scenes were full of the elements that stir the soul in all its noblest feelings. In their tattered garments, some hatless, many shoeless, wrapped in their blankets, sat these Confederate soldiers around their camp-fires, listening to the Word of Truth from the lips of the chaplain or some pious comrade; and, in the absence of preacher and exhorter, joining in the prayer-meeting with hearts full of gratitude to God for his protecting power amidst the dangers of the war.

The following scene, described by Captain Kirkpatrick, of Lynchburg, Va., will give the reader a vivid picture of those blessed seasons of grace among the men of war:

A few, including seven who were not professors of religion, as they sat around their camp-fire, began to sing hymns in God's praise. I went and joined in the singing. After a little while, I made a few remarks to the little company — no formal address, but as I sat on the ground, and in a conversational way. I said to them that it would be such a blessed thing if those present would agree to consecrate themselves to God from that hour. I pointed them to the blood of Jesus as the only atonement for sin, and to his righteousness as our only ground of acceptance with God the Father. I then asked each man present what he purposed with reference to the salvation of his soul. To my surprise, every man present, except one, declared himself ready then