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William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War, Chapter 1: religion among soldiers. (search)
me text of Scripture to support him. In his reverses and victories he saw the hand of God. When his cause looked gloomy he urged his soldiers to see if any iniquity could be found in them, and to put away the accursed thing. When victory crowned his arms, he would exclaim, This is nothing but the hand of God. He taught his soldiers to regard themselves as the instruments of God's glory and their country's good. In the great revival which prevailed in England under the preaching of Whitefield, the Wesleys, and their associates, godly soldiers bore a conspicuous part. And in America, no lay preacher was more zealous and successful than Captain Thomas Webb, of the British army. Converted under the preaching of John Wesley at Bristol, England, he soon began to recommend in public the grace which had renewed his own heart. Afterwards in America he preached with great fervor, and as he always appeared before the people in his military dress, he attracted large crowds, and many of
William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War, Chapter 7: winter of 1861-62. (search)
he same time made us feel that we could approach him freely upon the subject of religion. Whitefield, are you a member of the Church, or professor of religion? No, he replied, but I'll tell you y comforted by it, and said he could return home with a more cheerful heart. We said: Then, Whitefield, you are not afraid to die-? No, sir, he answered, I shall go up and make my report to the Alere the nurse interrupted him, and seeming to think he was trusting to his own goodness, said: Whitefield, my son, you know all that won't save you- Stop! stop! wait till I get through, said he; I'lround us. As we sang the lines-- Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing, Whitefield exclaimed, Adjutant! Adjutant! Is not that grand? Ah! you don't know what that means! I wilrough his tears, and grew happy with hope in the midst of his grief. I am satisfied, said he. Whitefield died as I would have him die-died for his country; died honorably; and, above all, died in the