There was something strangely impressive to him in this simple worship out in what to him was a vast wilderness.

He felt more of the true spirit of worship than he had ever felt at home sitting in the handsomely upholstered pew beside his mother and sister while the choir-boys chanted the processional and the light filtered through costly windows of many colors over the large and cultivated congregation.

There was something about the words of these people that went straight to the heart more than all the intonings of the cultured voices he had ever heard.

Truly they meant what they said, and God had been a reality to them in many a time of trouble.

That seemed to be the theme of the afternoon, the saving power of the eternal God, made perfect through the need and the trust of His people.