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Wednesday 01 Apr 2020

Confederate Devotions

The GREAT revival in the Confederate Army, during the period from 1861 to 1865, is one of the most unique revivals in American history. Some call it The Third Great Awakening. This work of Divine Grace first appeared in camps and hospitals around Richmond. When the army moved, the revival was greatly accelerated. Services were conducted through the week in units by chaplains and missionaries sent by various denominations. General John B. Gordon, who actively participated in the revival, tells us that in every camp religious altars were erected around which ragged soldiers knelt and worshiped: "The religious revivals which ensued formed a most remarkable and important chapter in war history. Rocks and woods rang with appeals to holiness. Thousands became soldiers of the Cross." The reports of the revival read like a roster of the Southern Army spreading from company to regiment, regiment to brigade, brigade to division, and from division to army corps. Go back in time as each week actual historical tracts, devotions, and newspaper articles will be posted here with a transcript and a collectible download!

BOOK: The Great Revival which Prevailed in the Southern Armies 

Liquor and Lincoln PDF Print E-mail
Written by James Hicks   
Thursday, 03 January 2013 09:47

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From the Lincoln ursurpation, every lover of Constitutional liberty desires to be free. And every honest patriot, no matter how ardently attached to the Old Union he may have been, now freely offers his life and property, if need be, to secure that freedom. But ardent wishes and patriotic resolves--loud professions of attachment to our Southern Republic, and boastful acclamations of what we can, and mean to do will never secure our independence. God reigns and rules supremely, over nations and individuals alike; and He will permanently prosper no cause, the advocates of which are guilty of a constant disregard of his laws or authority. This He has proclaimed in his Holy Book, and ignore it as we may, it is inexorably true and certain. At one period of our struggle, the God of heaven beheld a nation on its knees, and in answer to their earnest prayers, His unseen hand was outstretched to direct and support our struggling troops on the bloody plains of Manassas, and lead them to victory. But since that memorable day, our people have become vainglorious and boastful--our soldiers profane and licentious; and now God has deserted us, and the tide of fortune has changed, and we are in danger of being overrun. Officers and privates--church members and worldlings, gather around the festive board, and spend the hours and days, in drinking, gambling, and too often, alas! In obscene and profane jocularity. The man who raises his stalwart arm to break the shackles which an earthly Despot would impose on this sunny South, now bows at the shrine of Bacchus, and sells himself to a Despot, who has enslaved both soul and body. While he refuses to submit to the authority of one, who can do no more, that destroy body and property--he is paying his devotions to another, who will do no less than destroy his body and property here, and his immortal soul in hell! And all this is

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The Holy Shield PDF Print E-mail
Written by James Hicks   
Saturday, 29 December 2012 06:08

No. 96


[From "Myrtle Leaves."]

"How sleep the brave who sink to rest,
By all their Country's wishes blest;
When spring with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod,
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes a pilgrim gray,
To bless the turf that wraps their clay,
And freedom shall awhile repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there."


Among those who promptly responded to the first call of our country in her struggle for independence, was Lieut. Mangum, a son of Judge Mangum, of Orange County, North Carolina. He joined the 6th N. C. Regiment under the brave and lament-



ed Colonel Fisher. While the regiment was in the camp of instruction, I visited the beautiful and happy home which he had exchanged for the tented field. The warm, true hearts he had left behind him were resigned and hopeful—though affection would whisper to them of the trials he would suffer and the dangers he would meet. When I was leaving a loving, and pious, sister said "Preston tells me that his Bible is too large to be carried in his breast-pocket, and I wish you to procure a small neat Testament for him, before he leaves for Virginia. Bibles have turned balls and may do so again." I promised to comply and then with a smile which betrayed a sister's love and Christian faith, she bade me adieu. In my effort to obtain a suitable Testament I was unsuccessful, and the young soldier kept the Bible as his companion in the dread trials which were before him. A few days only passed away, ere he and his comrades were marshalled in the battle's front on the Plains of Manassas. When the charge was ordered, he bravely pressed to the onset and with waving sword and thrilling voice cheered and rallied the heroic col-



umn as it staggered before the fiery storm. Ere long while standing by a battery from which the enemy had been driven, he was seen to raise his hand suddenly to his breast then to stagger and fall. A ball had struck him. He was borne from the field to the hospital, and after a slight examination, pronounced mortally wounded. The surgeons, however, discovered that the ball had struck his Bible— and its force and direction seemed to have been so affected by it that he was saved from instant death. When this was known, how thankful was she who gave him that blessed volume! And how I rejoiced that I could not find a Testament, for that would have been so small that it might not have shielded his heart! In this we saw the hand of the Father and were thankful. But the wound was fatal and when the battle enthusiasm was over, he feared that he would not recover. It was then, that as he looked within his bosom, he realized his need of the sympathy of a greater than man. Amid the confusion and tumult and suffering around him he earnestly looked to the Mercy-Seat and through the merits of his Savior, leaned



his spirit on the bosom of Infinite Love. As his mortal life was ebbing out at that ghastly wound on his breast, eternal life came to him through the mercy of Heaven as it healed the wounds of his soul. Watching by his death-couch I heard words of triumph from his panting lips that it is very sweet to remember. Those words were made more beautiful and eloquent by the spirit splendor which beamed in his dark eye and spread like celestial radiance over his calm and manly, face. He told me that he had been pardoned since he was wounded. "I believe," said he, “that. I am numbered among those who are embraced in His mercy." With melting emphasis he quoted some stanzas of poetry—a farewell address to his distant mother. But a short time before he died he turned to his faithful servant and said, 'There is a land where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest."—None but those who heard him can ever know what deep and powerful meaning he gave those precious words. He spoke like one who had fled to that refuge and was already reclining on the bosom of



that heavenly rest. It was far more like the voice of experience than the voice of faith.
So talented—so heroic—so kind—it was sad to strangers to see him die—'twas sadder| far, for the friend who had joined him in the pleasures of boyhood and shared with him the sacred dreams of youth! He has fallen in the first of his fields, but he has not fallen forever.
"He sleeps his last sleep—he has fought his last battle," but it can not be said of him, that

"No sound can awake him to glory again;"

for in the day of the victory of the ransomed over the last and greatest foe, he shall be summoned to the shining ranks by the celestial clarion and be crowned with honors which shall be increasing in rapture and glory,

"When victor's wreaths and monarch's gems, Shall blend in common dust."

This assurance is sacredly cherished by the bereaved and riven hearts that "still



weep by his tomb. There is no genuine balm in any other thought. We would have our friends and kindred fall, if fall they must in their Country's defence, with a name unsullied and honor undimmed; but mere patriotism and daring can not shed the light of immortal hope above
their slumbering dust or lead their noble spirits to a home of everlasting happiness. It is well to receive the laurel-wreath for devotion to a just and righteous cause—it is infinitely better to be crowned with the chaplet of Immortality in a land whose honors perish not forever.

There you'll meet him again dear "mother," and "sisters"
Where the war cry will call him away, never more:
Where the rude sound of battle forever is silenced,
Where you'll know him, and love him as you have heretofore.

We know that the household is dreary without him
And the chain is now broken of fond earthly love;
But the links that are severed, will be reunited
In Heaven, sweet Heaven, that bright home above.



(Time: "My Old Kentucky Home."

Do they think of me at home, when the sun has left the skies,
When the happy circle gathers round the hearth,
When the light of love is dancing in the bright, laughing eyes,
And the aged join with children in their mirth?

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

Yes, we think of you by day, and we pray for you by night,
We cannot, cannot cease to think of you.
Do they think of me at home, when the daily meal is spread,
When the boys and girls have come to claim their share?
Do they all think of me, when the words of grace are said,
And still look sadly at my vacant chair?

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

Do they think of me at home, on the blessed Sabbath day,
When the servants of the Lord in prayer have knelt?
When to heaven their hearts ascend, do they then remember me,
And ask for me the grace which they have felt?

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

Yes! we think of you at home, at the early dawn of day,
When the sun is smiling on us as he parts,
When we work, when we rest, when we sing, when we pray,
We think of you with loving, longing hearts.

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

All the livelong day—till evening shadows fall—in joy, in sadness—still we wish for you,
To cheer us in the one, to share with us in all,
With that love so firm, so tender, and so true.

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

0, we think of you at home, and our deepest, warmest prayer,
The prayer which is both old, and ever new,
Is that which goes to God for the souls we love so dear;
We cannot—cannot cease to think of you.

Chorus—Home! Sweet Home! Do they think of the soldier there?

B. M. Jr.

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Pastor "Kip" Vinson, Editor

Doug Lupo PhotoRev. "Kip" Vinson, Jr., current Pastor of Oak Level Baptist Church, Rocky Mount. SCV member since 2001, joined the Rivers Bridge Camp in Fairfax, SC. Moved to Rocky Mount, in 2005, and joined the Jesse Barnes Camp located in Wilson. Current Commander of Robert Henry Ricks Camp and North Central Brigade. B.A. History at Wofford College and an M.Div. from Gardner-Webb. Eagle Scout and received God and Country Award.

Eric Rudd, Editor

Doug Lupo PhotoI have been a member of the SCV since 2003. My ancestor, Pvt. George Washington Wright served with he 34th NC Troops, Company B, and was a farmer from Caswell County. I have been Chaplain of Col. Charles Fisher Camp #813 since 2009, which has been a unique blessing in my life. I am the 2012 recipient of The Rev. J. William Jones Christian Award and have been graced to serve people through my profession as a Funeral Director.