Hundred and Seventy-nine Larchmont Victims. -- BUT 21 ARE SAVED
SING GOING TO THEIR DEATH.
Salvation Army Men and Lasses Sink with Ship in Song and Prayer.
New York, Feb. 13.-A special from Block Island says:
"One of the thrilling scenes of the disaster was that enacted by the band of forty Salvation Army men and women who went to their death with smiles upon their faces and hymns of praise upon their tongues.
"When the two boats collided men fought with women for their lives. Husbands for the moment forgot their wives. The ruling spirit was self-preservation. When the madness was at its height there arose above the song of the wind and the song of death a hymn of hope. It came from the little band of Salvationists.
"Slowly and distinctly arose the song of 'Jesus, Lover of My Soul.'
"In the fitful half-light of the night the struggling passengers, stopping, saw the singers huddled together, kneeling upon the deck, invoking the Almighty to hear their prayer. While others fought savagely for the boats, the little band, seemingly unmindful of themselves, that their lives were at stake, that they had a chance to save themselves if they would fight as did the others, knelt in prayer.
"The spell case over the shipwrecked passengers, however, was but momentary. In a moment or two they were again fighting for their lives like demons.
"Slowly the steamer settled. The minutes passed, and the Salvationists still prayed and sang. The water soon was at their feet. At the touch of its icy fingers they felt the hand of death laid upon them. A few minutes and the water was to their knees. There was a wavering of the song of praise, but it was not stilled.
"Gradually one by one the members succumbed. As one after another fell exhausted there still arose prayer upon prayer, until there were left but a half dozen of the band. Men called to them that there was still a chance to live. They heard not, for the song of the death wind swallowed up the cries. Suddenly there came a final lurch of the steamer. There was was a gurgle of the waters..." -The Washington Herald. Feb 13, 1907.
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL
Jesus, lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last...
Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer?
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall-Lo! on Thee I cast my care;
Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive,
Hoping against hope I stand, dying, and behold, I live...