The men's voices, prolonged and powerful if sometimes out of tune, often showed unwillingness to abandon a satisfying last note, keeping the sympathetic organist, a woman from Ward One who was the image of George the Third, playing on with soporific everlastingness until the chaplain, whose appreciation of eternity was dependent on its elusiveness and who felt reluctant to accept its materialization as the A-Men of Shall We Gather at the River or Jesus Shall Reign Where'er the Sun, would determinedly interrupt, raising his voice to pronounce the blessing, "And now may the Grace of the Lord Jesus Christ abide with us each one now and forever more."
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Monday, November 30, 2015
Faces in the Water - Pg 45
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