"Welton," by Rev. Caesar Malan--author of "Hendon," once familiar to
American singers.

Henri Abraham Caesar Malan was born at Geneva, Switzerland, 1787, and
educated at Geneva College. Ordained to the ministry of the State
church, (Reformed,) he was dismissed for preaching against its formalism
and spiritual apathy; but he built a chapel of his own, and became a
leader with D'Aubigne, Monod, and others in reviving the purity of the
Evangelical faith and laboring for the conversion of souls.

Malan wrote many hymns, and published a large collection, the "_Chants
de Sion_," for the Evangelical Society and the French Reformed Church.
He composed the music of his own hymns. Died at Vandosurre, 1864.

"DAUGHTER OF ZION, FROM THE DUST."

Cases may occur where an _exhortation_ hymn earns a place with
dedication hymns.

The charred fragment of a hymn-book leaf hangs in a frame on the
auditorium wall of the "New England Church," Chicago. The former edifice
of that church, all the homes of its resident members, and all their
business offices except one, were destroyed in the great fire. In the
ruins of their sanctuary the only scrap of paper found on which there
was a legible word was this bit of a hymn-book leaf with the two first
stanzas of Montgomery's hymn,

Daughter of Zion, from the dust,
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.

Awake, awake! put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.

The third verse was not long in coming to every mind--

Rebuild thy walls! thy bounds enlarge!

--and even without that added word the impoverished congregation
evidently enough had received a message from heaven. They took heart of
grace, overcame all difficulties, and in good time replaced their ruined
Sabbath-home with the noble house in which they worship today.[46]

[Footnote 46: The story is told by Rev. William E. Barton D.D. of Oak
Park, Ill.]

If the "New England Church" of Chicago did not sing this hymn at the
dedication of their new temple it was for some other reason than lack of
gratitude--not to say reverence.

_THE SABBATH_.

The very essence of all song-worship pitched on this key-note is the
ringing hymn of Watts--

Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares disturb my breast, etc.

--but it has vanished from the hymnals with its tune.