SELECTED HYMNS. Tune, "Nashville." 59 65 1 Welcome, welcome, day of rest, To the world in kindness given; Welcome to this humble breast, As the beaming light from heaven. 2 Day of soft and sweet repose, Welcome, Day of Rest. 7s. Gently now thy moments run, As the peaceful streamlet flows, Radiant with a summer's sun. 3 Day of tidings from the skies, Ďay of solemn praise and prayer, Day to make the simple wise, how great thy blessings are! 4 Welcome, welcome, day of rest, With thy influence all divine; May thy hallowed hours be blest To this feeble heart of mine. 3 Mine, to comfort in distress, 67 Saviour, protect us. 78. 1 For a season called to part, Let us now ourselves commend 2 Jesus, hear our humble prayer, All our souls in safety keep. 3 What we each have now been taught, 4 Then, if thou instruction bless, 60 FAITHFUL SENTINEL. 11s. 1. Away from his home and the friends of his youth, He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth; For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost; Soon, alas, was his fall, but he died at his post, Soon, a -las, was his fall, but he died at his post. 69 2 The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest bloom, 3 He wept not himself that his warfare was done: But he whispered of those whom his heart loved the most, 4 Victorious his fall--for he rose as he fell, With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell; He has passed o'er the sea, he has reached the bright coast, * Dying words of the Rev. Thomas Drummond. 1 O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King! REV. W. HUNTER. Army Hymn. Tune, "Old Hundred." 2 Wake in our breasts the living fires, 3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show And when the battle thunders loud, 4 God of all Nations! Sovereign Lord! 61 62 THE DAY IS BREAKING. 8s & 7s. Arr. by J. W. D. FINE. 1. Watchman, tell me, does the morning Of fair Zion's glory dawn? Have the signs that mark its coming, Yet up-on my pathway shone? Pilgrim, yes; arise, look 9:3 D. C. round thee! Light is breaking in the skies; 2 See the glorious light ascending, Towering 'neath her sunlit skies. 3 Pilgrim! in that golden city, 4 Watchman, lo! the land we're nearing, See the millions; hear them singing, "HE SHALL FEED HIS FLOCK.” Dr. E. R. BLANCHARD. 63 1. Saviour, like a shepherd lead us; Much we need thy tender care; In thy pleasant pastures feed us; For our use thy folds prepare. 1st Division sing "Blessed Jesus," first time, 2d Division repeat. Blessed Jesus! Blessed Jesus! Thou hast bought us, thine we are, Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 2 Thou hast promised to receive us, Let us early turn to thee. 3 Early let us seek thy favor; Thou hast loved us,-love us still! |