The Sailor’s Song

The sailors on the Southern seas sing, “Midnight is past, the cross begins to bend.” And we, as voyagers through these troubled ages, in which “the sea and the waves are roaring,” and the wrath of men has risen to break up the peace of nations, may sing “Midnight is past! the morning star arises, we are soon to see our Lord.” All things point to His speedy coming.
“Our hearts beat high,
The dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim’s story
In His appointed glory.”
A Scripture Reader recently returned from the Front says it is quite an exception to hear bad language in the trenches; more often than not one hears them praying. During a lull in the trenches you will find those who have Testaments sitting quietly reading them. At other times they read to any who may be wounded and waiting attention.
Oh! for a thousand Gospels of St. John, published by the Scripture Gift Mission, with hymns at the end. Will any reader send them to me for the soldiers? French Testaments are wanted as well.