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John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 3: (search)
these leaders in treason were professed Christians. But, through the power of prayer, came a satisfying answer to my questioning fear. I felt that the Lord Omnipotent was just — that his grace and gospel were for the poor and the oppressed. I remembered the day when the Saviour appeared to me-when denser, darker prisonbands were sundered. Then old things passed away. Then came the strength to believe and trust in a Higher Power--an Infinite Deliverer. Remembering when the Friendly voice had spoken to my troubled heart, Peace, be still, even in prison, and hated of men for Christ's and country's sake, I could exclaim: Faith of our fathers, living still, In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; Oh! how our hearts beat high with joy Where'er we hear that glorious word! Faith of our fathers! holy faith I We will be true to thee till death! Though a prisoner of war, a soldier can be a Christian. He realizes in trial and trouble that the Judge of all the earth does right
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 5: (search)
criminal to the Saviour who blessed the dying thief on Calvary. But all his instructions and persuasions seemed alike in vain. The stoic prisoner remained hardhearted and unmoved. I asked and obtained permission from the keeper to speak a few words to the man so soon to die. The conditions on which I obtained the favor were that my instructions should be given in the keeper's presence. Looking through the iron bars at my sinful but unfortunate auditor, I said, Do you believe that Christ died for all? I don't know, massa, he replied. Well, you know something about the Bible, don't you? No, massa. Have you never heard the Gospel preached? Yes, massa, I used to hear old parson Cooper preach, and I guess dat was what he preached about? Can you read? No, massa. Did you ever pray? No, massa. I'se heard folks a-prayin‘. My massa never prayed like dis nigga, --referring to the visitor who had been praying with him in the cell. Well, my dear fellow,
John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 14: (search)
btaining any relief. Before I lay down for the night, however, I comforted myself with joining my comrade in singing those beautiful lines- From every stormy wind that blows, And every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a safe retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. God's blessing made us happy, and we could exclaim with faith, These chains will not always hold us here. How insignificant were our sufferings when compared to those which had been endured by the followers of Christ in ancient times! Again, while on our wretched couches, we sang: My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly- These hours of toil and danger. The next day I penned a letter to Major Rylander, exhorting him, if he had any fear of God before his eyes, or any spark of humanity in his breast, to have me released from my miserable cell, though it were to take me to execution. I committed it to the care of a negro, who was to convey it to