Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 February 1918 — Jesus, the very thought of Thee With gladness fills my breast. [ARTICLE]

Jesus, the very thought of Thee With gladness fills my breast.

And like a wave of melody the song, passed from rank to rank, until every man seemed to be singing. The hymn was sung right through to the last: verse the officers, meantime, looking on in silence. How many of these men have already looked into the faco of him of whom they sang? There was a Christian association hut in that camp at which this hymn was a great favorite with the men —surely much better than the senseless “Tipperary.” —D. J. Findlay in The Christian.