Be reverent!" He waited until every eye had swung about to meet his.

Then he regarded his abashed but excited hearers with a steady and prolonged stare.
"My friends," he said, "let us bow in prayer." John Ellery could have repeated that prayer, almost word for word, years after that night.

The captain prayed for the few here gathered together: Let them be steadfast.

Let them be constant in the way.

The path they were treading might be narrow and beset with thorns, but it was the path leading to glory.
"Scoffers may sneer," he declared, his voice rising; "they may make a mock of us, they may even come into Thy presence to laugh at us, but theirs is the laugh that turns to groanin'.