I remember this song from Catholic services with my grandparents when I was younger. I got struck with a little bit of a weep as I thought about how pure this song was. Grandpa was a Deputy Chief of Investigation, the detective team, with the Chicago police. He passed away recently. I remember he got me this big red book of Sherlock Holmes stories when I was a kid. Strangely enough, down the road I’ve come under the impression that Sherlock was probably an Anglican if anything, the same denomination as John Wesley, J. C. Ryle, and J. I. Packer. Grandpa was always reading crime fiction novels during his retirement. It’s not hard to understand why I came to identify with David Wilkerson’s sermon content so much in college. As I played this song, about 15 seconds into it, two police cars came rushing through the gate where I’m currently stationed at night, with their lights and sirens on. –J.B.