Devotion for the Week of August 29, 2016 - A ROLLING CHAPLAIN


Psalm 37:24, Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the LORD upholdeth him with his hand.”

An Incident of noble Christian fortitude and heroism is related of Chaplain Eastman, son of Rev. Dr. Eastman, Secretary of the American Tract Society.     

“His horse plunging during the battle, [Gettysburg] struck him on the knee-pan.  His leg swelled and stiffened until the pain became almost unendurable.  When he could no longer stand, he gave his horse to a servant and laid himself down on the ground.  He had to take a wounded soldier’s place alone that night.  As he lay suffering and thinking, he heard a voice; ‘O my God!’  He thought, Can anybody be swearing in such a place as this?  He listened again, and a prayer began; it was from a wounded soldier.  How can I get at him? Was his first impulse.  He tried to draw up his stiffened limb, but he could not rise.  He put his arms around a sapling, drew up his well foot, and tried to extend the other without bending, that he might walk; but he fell back in the effort, jarred through as if he had been stabbed.  He then thought, I can roll.  And over and over he rolled in pain and blood, and by dead bodies, until he fell against the dying man, and there he preached Christ and prayed.  At length one of the line officers came by and said-

          ‘Where’s the Chaplain?  One of the staff officers is dying.’

          ‘Here he is, here he is,’ cried out the sufferer.

          ‘Can you come and see a dying office?’

          ‘I cannot move.  I had to roll myself to this dying man to talk to him.’

          ‘If I detail two men to carry you, can you go?’


          They took him gently up and carried him.  And that live-long night the two men bore him over the field, and laid him down beside bleeding, dying men, while he preached Christ and prayed.  Lying thus on his back, the wounded Chaplain could not even see his audience, but must look always heavenward into the eyes of the peaceful stars, - emblems of God’s love, which even that day of blood had not soiled not made dim.”;

“Sound The Battle Cry”

by William Sherman

1.     Sound the battle cry! See, the foe is nigh;
Raise the standard high for the Lord;
Gird your armor on, stand firm every one;
Rest your cause upon His holy Word.

Rouse, then, soldiers, rally round the banner,
Ready, steady, pass the word along;
Onward, forward, shout aloud, “Hosanna!”
Christ is Captain of the mighty throng.

2.   Strong to meet the foe, marching on we go,
While our cause we know must prevail;
Shield and banner bright, gleaming in the light,
Battling for the right we ne’er can fail.

3.   O Thou God of all, hear us when we call,
Help us one and all by Thy grace;
When the battle’s done, and the vict’ry’s won,
May we wear the crown before Thy face.

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