Hide me under the shadow of thy wings. Psalms 17:8.
A party of Northern tourists formed part of a large company gathered on
the deck of an excursion steamer that was moving slowly down the
historic Potomac one beautiful evening in the summer of 1881. A
gentleman, who has since gained a national reputation as an evangelist of
song, had been delighting the party with his happy rendering of many
familiar hymns, the last being the sweet petition so dear to every
Christian heart, "Jesus, lover of my soul".
The singer gave the first two verses with much feeling, and a peculiar
emphasis upon the concluding lines that thrilled every heart. A hush had
fallen upon the listeners that was not broken for some seconds after the
musical notes had died away. Then a gentleman made his way from the
outskirts of the crowd to the side of the singer, and accosted him with:
"Beg your pardon, stranger, but were you actively engaged in the late war?"
"Yes, sir", the man of song answered, courteously; "I fought under General
Grant."
Well, the first speaker continued with something like a sigh, I did my
fighting on the other side, and think, indeed am quite sure, I was very near
you one bright night eighteen years ago this very month. It was much
such a night as this. If I am not mistaken, you were on guard duty. We of
the South had sharp business on hand, and you were one of the enemy.
I crept near your post of duty, my murderous weapon in my hand; the
shadow hid me. As you paced back and forth you were humming the tune
of the hymn you have just sung. I raised my gun and aimed at your heart,
and I had been selected by our commander for the work because I was a
sure shot. Then out upon the night rang the words:
"Cover my defenseless head, With the shadow of thy wing."
Your prayer was answered. I could not fire after that and there was no
attack made upon your camp that night. I felt sure, when I heard you sing
this evening, that you were the man whose life I was spared from taking.
The singer grasped the hand of the Southerner and said with much emotion:
"I remember the night very well, and distinctly the feeling of depression
and loneliness with which I went forth to my duty. I knew my post was
one of great danger, and I was more dejected than I remember to have been
at any other time during the service. I paced my lonely beat, thinking of
home and friends and all that life holds dear. Then the thought of Gods care for all that he has created in his own image; and I sang the prayer of my heart, and ceased to feel alone. How the prayer was answered I never knew until this evening. My Heavenly Father thought best to keep the knowledge from me for eighteen years. How much of his goodness to us we shall be ignorant of until it is revealed by the light of eternity! Jesus, lover of my soul, has been a favorite hymn; now it will be inexpressibly dear."
A. B. Earle, From: Incidents Used… In His Meetings, published in 1888.