SELECTED HYMNS.

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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.

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2 The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest bloom,
One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb:
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier, he died at his post.

3 He wept not himself that his warfare was done:
The battle was fought, and the victory won;

But he whispered of those whom his heart loved the most,
"Tell my brethren for me, that I died at my post."
"*

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,
For he fell like a martyr-he died at his post.

* Dying words of the Rev. Thomas Drummond.

1 O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King!
Bebold the sacrifice we bring!
To every arm thy strength impart,
Thy spirit shed through every heart!

REV. W. HUNTER.

Army Hymn. Tune, "Old Hundred."

2 Wake in our breasts the living fires,
The holy faith that warmed our sires;
Thy hand hath made our Nation free;
To die for her is serving Thee.

3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show
The midnight snare, the silent foe;

And when the battle thunders loud,
Still guide us in its moving cloud.

4 God of all Nations! Sovereign Lord!
In thy dread name we draw the sword;
We lift the starry flag on high,
That fills with light our stormy sky.

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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
Spurn the unbelief that bound thee, Morning dawns! arise, a - rise!

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D. C.

round thee! Light is breaking in the skies;

2 See the glorious light ascending,
Of the grand Sabbatic year!
Hark! the voices loud proclaiming
The Messiah's kingdom near.
Watchman, yes; I see just yonder,
Canaan's glorious heights arise;
Salem, too, appears in grandeur,

Towering 'neath her sunlit skies.

3 Pilgrim! in that golden city,
Seated on his jasper throne,
Zion's King, arrayed in beauty,
Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
There, on verdant hills and mountains,
Where the golden sunbeams play,
Purling streams and crystal fountains
Sparkle in th' eternal day.

4 Watchman, lo! the land we're nearing,
With its vernal fruits and flowers;
On just yonder; O how cheering!
Bloom forever Eden's bowers.
Hark! the choral strains there ringing,
Wafted on the balmy air;

See the millions; hear them singing,
Soon the pilgrims will be there.

"HE SHALL FEED HIS FLOCK.”

1. Saviour, like a shepherd lead us; Much we need thy tender care; In thy pleasant pastures feed us;

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.