Millwall - Salvation Army (1879)

This is a monthly report from the Salvation Army station here.

(They were doing reports for years, but never wrote any details about people saved, so I could not discern if they were in revival. I added this one as it is the nearest I can find to one, but then finally I found a detailed report (see below) that shows they have been in revival.)

WE are glad to say that we find the army in better condition than ever. Sunday after Sunday and very often on weeknights, our hall is packed to suffocation, almost so that we can hardly move sometimes. Again and again we cry out, "Oh, for a larger place," for we are sure we could easily fill one three or four times the size of our present hall. 

But in the open-air, we have plenty of room, and there we make our chief attacks on the powers of the wicked one.

From, 'The Salvationist', April 1879, page 101-2.

For 10 years we have been in what was a cow-shed. It held 100 people and was in a backstreet, hard to find in the dark. And yet in that stable many and many a soul has been born again, many a godless career has ended in the beginning of a godly and sober life, through the grace of God. Every night with few exceptions, during the past 10 years, the sound of mercy and salvation has reached the ear of the passers-by and in the golden city, before the eternal throne, some will stand forever and make mention of the cowshed in Cheval Street, Millwall, as their birthplace for the kingdom. 

Some time ago it was mentioned that an old grease factory was to let, but then we had often been to look at sheds or works or factories which were said to be “To let“ and there had always been something to prevent our enlarging our borders so that in the first instance we were doubtful about the “grease shop;“ but the Lord hastened the matter, for our folks had been praying hard for a hall to hold the people who they knew would gladly come – and after sundry consultations and calculations, the box factory, for we found that it was used for making boxes in which to pack Price's candles, was taken for 21 years; The alterations necessary were agreed upon to cost some £200 and on Sunday, October 5th, the Salvation Factory was opened.

Mr Railton led the forces all day; at night the place was crowded and souls were saved.

Captain Louisa Agar and Lieutenant Jackson are in command and so far the Lord has given glorious victories. Opposition outside has been fierce. Sometimes our people have been hurt; one dear brother is suffering much with his eye from a blow with a stone. Sister Agar has been pushed about a good deal and the devil has tried hard to withstand the progress of the work; but night after night the place has been nearly full with exactly the sort we want and of course scores of rough chaps have bowed at Jesus' feet, the worst of the persecutors are captured and there is every sign of a powerful work.

The Hallelujah Lasses and their work are the talk of the neighbourhood. The converts go everywhere testifying by life and Word what God has wrought. The publicans are crying out. Angels are rejoicing and a great big cloud of salvation is hanging over the whole place.

Captain Agar writes as follows:-

"Praise the Lord; victory through the blood. Since the opening of the Salvation Factory, we have been having some blessed times of it. The Lord has brought us off more than conqueror in the open air. We have had rotten eggs cheese boxes, and dead rats and cats thrown at us. While one of our brothers was talking, over comes a rotten egg, right in his mouth. The old devil tried to chase him but he stood like a lion, praise the Lord. While in the hotel, outside Beelzebub and his army was raging. We came off more than conquerors. We got round to our factory, when one of our brothers, to his surprise, found that the tail of his coat was gone! But praise the Lord, we have seen many of these rough men that tried to upset us, fall and cry for mercy; and today we have got a mighty army. Our factory has been crowded with the right sort of a people, glory be to Jesus. The place is all on fire; instead of hearing the rough men singing the drunken song, you may hear them sing, 'I'm a Pilgrim bound for Glory.'

From, 'The Salvationist', December 1879, pages 317-8.

For future reports see, 'The War Cry' which began January 1880.

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I do not know where the meetings were held.

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