Then, another perfectly lovely experience given to me this past week, this lady said, “I heard this wonderful chorus of male voices and they were singing our wonderful battle hymn, Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Coming of the Lord, and I within myself repeated it, just the first little section of it. Then I found myself standing on the rim of a very large wheel and all around the rim on the wheel were strong, strapping, muscular men, and they wee singing at the top of their lungs. Glorious voices! And they were like laborers, muscular. I could see the one to my left with a bare chest and all the muscles on his chest and his arms. What lovely voices! I was the only woman present. In the center on the hub of the wheel was a small wiry man with hair that was mussed, and he was simply waving his hands with a baton. He kept on looking, and there were all these voices singing, and then he turned and looked at me. At that moment we were singing the most glorious hymn—I can’t repeat the words, I haven’t memorized them—but it was to the effect that we are one. We are one in hope, one in honor, one in charity. Even though we seem by the spokes to be divided, and they’re all around the wheel, we are really one. That was the essence of the song. Then he turned to me and came forward and gave me the baton. And then I woke.”863 ¶33