He was thoroughly awake now, roused for the hour to the power of seeking God with all his mind, all his thought, all his soul.

The high tide of life in him made the ordeal terrible; he tottered forward and knelt where, in front of the rostrum, sweet hay had been strewn upon the ground.

A hundred penitents were kneeling upon this carpet.
There was now no more loud talking or singing.

Silence was allowed to spread her wings within the woodland temple.

Toyner, kneeling, felt the influence of other human spirits deeply vivified in the intensity of prayer.