I put on my cassock and surplice, lit the candles, and we had choral evensong, my organist playing the responses.

The little church was filled, and there, in the midst of us, was one who had entered into his rest.

It seemed to me that the most suitable hymn was:-- "Let saints on earth in concert sing With those whose work is done, For all the servants of our King (p.

176) In heaven and earth are one.
One army of the living God To His command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now." All present sang the hymn most heartily, and we felt its appropriateness.

I never hear it now without thinking of that evening service in St.George's Church at Arriane Dump.