The spirit of joy and a closer bond of affection went infectiously through the gathering Church.

Upon the first Sunday they met together in the open air, and sang words that they verily believed had been written in particular prophecy for themselves at this very hour.
"If it had not been the Lord that was on our side." The psalm rose from every throat with the swelling tide of joy.
"If it had not been the Lord that was on our side when men rose up against us." Susannah, advancing, a little belated, to the rural preaching which was held in a dip of the plain, heard the lusty chant of irrepressible gladness rising to the blue heavens, and quickened her steps.

In spite of herself she was carried into song by the enthusiasm which seemed to dart like a flame from the assembled multitude and enveloped her.
"Blessed be the Lord who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.

Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowler: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.

Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth." While she was exalted by the song she saw the face of her friend the Danite for the first time since the night on which they had ridden so far together.