Other Refuge Have I None
An air raid of the enemy threatened the destruction of a munitions factory “somewhere in England” where thousands of women were working, according to Mrs. Burnett Smith. A very tense feeling prevailed, for it was realized that the worst might happen at any moment. Nerves began to break a little, while sobs and screams were being heard. Then some one in a far corner began softly to sing:
“Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly.”
The others quickly joined in the song until all were singing softly and quietly. The danger passed, and the women were unharmed.
One can imagine the courage of that group of women rising as they prayerfully sang the words:
“Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee:
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.”
Their help in giving the fortitude of faith is illustrated by