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'*'■->•"■■■ 4 %•■ '?'"^': \.4.'^y> ■ Zv SOUCS FROM THI FALLIY: OH 4 ,r*x. AKD OTHER POEMS. Sy Harriet Cole. Muton. Queen's Co. i .# Halifax, N. S MESS^GER PRINTING OFFICE, 69 & 71 Granville St ^ i879. V 7 T: \T.^ ■"»■ r"^ p' "x li^'? 1 •, ■A ,* •<• r • «'■ J*.' V -. *■*- ^ t ^ .n, A •^1 :a^U^ ,iA^ a. c. J^ %i. Introduction. n Gentle Reader, * The writer of the following poems is one of the Lord's afflicted children, who for many years has been suffering from entire nervous prostration, with scarcely sufficient strength to walk across her room. I may say that the pieces were composed while reclining on the sick couch, and written by her sister at the author's dictation. Her hopes of recoveiy have long since fled, and she beguiles her lonely hours by trying to cheer her fellow pilgrims for the land where they never say *'I am sick," by composing and publishing such *' songs " &c. as are found in the following pages. In reading them I would ask the reader to " Be to their faults a little blind And to their virtues wondrous kind," for in h^ own words which now lie before me she says ? "I have not known for years what it was tc be free from suffering :" adding, " but I have not borne my burdens alone. " He who has said, * My grace is sufficient for thee,' has been ever near, and leaning on His strong arm, I have been sustained through many a trying year. 'He does all things wdU,' and * Though He sl&y me, yet will I trust in Him. * " Several ol the pieces have already appeared in the Christian Messenger and other papers. It was with difficulty the author was persuaded to publish her first piece entitled ** The end of the Way," but finding it was act-uaUy printed and favorably received, wl ich she did not expect, she was encouraged to proceed further. And should the reader feel when he has read the book like pronouncing it one book too many, let no blame whatever be allowed to fall on the author, who rather discouraged its publication — but let it all rest entirely on J. BROWN. Paradise, Ja»,, 1879, A-- Vf^P' Preface. ■:(' Although I offer this little book to the public, I am aware that the eye of the critic will see much in it to condemn. Those who take it up expecting to find perfection will be disappointed. The romantic and imaginative will look in vain for the lofty flights of fancy, or the brilliant descriptions which are found in the poems of popular writers : such, I cannot hope to interest. But I know there are many others in this would of care and sorrow patiently and faithfully performing the duties, and bearing the crosses which their Heavenly Father lays upon them ; but who, nevertheless, have their seasons of discouragement and depression, and are always glad to receive words of comfort and hope. For such 1 humbly trust these little songs will have some interest; if so, I shall feel they have not been written in vain. I send them forth earnestly hoping and praying that God would let his blessing rest upon them ; without this they will be useless. Should they be the means of cheering any pilgrim along the journey of life, it would give me great joy ; and I should feel more than repaid for any eflfort I have put forth. '"'•HARRIET COLE. Milton, Queens Co., N. S» id-w .0*. Address to the Author. By Rev. X Clark, Dartmottth, N. &, Sing on sweet smger I Earth hath need of all The songs that consecrated he£u*ts and lips Can sing. Amid the cares and jarring sounds Of this sad world of ours, such words as thine Fall on our listening ears like sweet stray notes From angels' harps in that bright blissful Home, Where music ever soandeth, and God's praise Is sung for aye. As oft sweet birds of song Are placed within the prisoning bars, that thus Their voices might be trained to higher melodies And notes more musical than those which came From their frail, throbbing breasts before ; so God, In boundless love and wisdom, hath thought best. To keep from thee all outward liberty, And grant instead far higher freedom — ev«n Liberty of soul. Sing on, frail singer I Sing on. And let us hear from time to tim«, well pleased. Fresh echoes of those heavenly sounds which float Through all thy soul, like lofty strains which fflll Some sacred temple, and fall faintly on The world without. Sing on below. And soon God's love shall find for thee some noble part, In that grand anthem which the ransomed sing For ever, as they stand around His Throne, *■» J* I f •>» ■ f-^ IP • t »i .. t. . i-J 1, V ■•! . » "' »ti» : .1 < ; rf- ■l.MJ' Ll.^ ..'j.-, I. »r, lyV.fc ,»I>i .f... -:',•»!* '■')•> '»^' . . .■ ■ .-.iJ ,.r~i.'r,-j^,.f ';''v- ) ,\.r 'LlJ ' '. 1 .1 . A ' ■. r i T". 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Dear Lord, this little book of mine, I dedicate to Thee ; Thou wilt not spurn the gift, I know, Imperfect though it be. I'm but a sinner weak and poor, But still my spirit longs Thy name to praise and glorify, Through these imperfect songs. O let Thy blessing on them rest, And as they go abroad, Cause them to comfort weary hearts, I pray Thee, gracious Lord. Thou know'st it is not my desire To win an empty name ; 'Twould be no joy to me, I know. To gather worldly fame. But glad and thankful I shall be. If it to me is given To cheer some weary hearts along "' ' The pleasant path to Heaven. ; V/ Lord, grant the boon I humbly pray, For which my spirit longs ; To Thee alone I dedicate This little book of songs. 10 '•^ ! fhG Valley of Yision, I stood in iha valley of vision, A saw a crowd go by ;;. Thoy ail were linrFied and anxiotiS;, And I greatly wondered why! So I called to one who was paSfcing With f|mck and eager tread ;> And spoke of what had perplexed me. And these were the words I said, — M Yoir'^"^ np in the morning early, Aitd iate to hed at mght ; Thinking, planning, contriving. And working with all your might. You hurry backward and forward. In the midst of rain and sun ; And your thoughts are often hasy vV^hen the work of the day is done. Kow answer me, fellow pilgrim, As a token of kind regard : Wb'it is it that so attracts you. And riakes you toil so bard V Then methought a number of voices Answered hack instead of one, *' We are striving for all the richea We can gather under the sun." ■M' I answered in tones of sadness, — *' Are there none with hearts of love Who are striving to lay up treasures In that happy land above V* Then arose a feeble murmur Of voices here and there, " Yes some of us have treasures Beyond this world of care. , T ■< Iff 'hi. \ } "%" 11 I We belong to the King's blest bouseliold. The household of faith and love ; We are heirs to a princely fortune^ And it lies in the Lind above, .. Ko thieves can e'er molest it, 1 It is safe for ever more ; >' And we hope to enjoy its splendour When we leave this mortal shore." TJien I said, " These words sound sweetly, I l)elieve they all are true ; But why are earth'« money-seekers 80 much more in earnest than you t The King has but few in His service And those few not half awake ; Had they but the zeal of the worldlings How the kingdom of darkness would shake. *Tis no wonder that Satan advances And scatters envy and strife ; When so languid, cold, and formal. Are the heii-s of eternal life ; You and I must to work, my brothers ! There's a great deal needs to be done, We'll get all that we can to join us And work till the victory's won." The Snd of the Way. My life is a wearisome journey, '• *; \ I'm sick with the dust and the heat ; ; .. . The rays of the sun beat upon me ; ' . The briers are wounding my feet. But the city to which I am going ; r , Will more than my trials repay ; r All the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way. -ij. ' . i ■J? i ' 12 lliere so many hills to climb upwards, I often am longing for rest ; But He who appoints me my pathway Knows just wliat is needful and best : I know in His Word He has promised That my strength shall be as my day, And the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way. j I He loves me too well to forsake me, Or give me one trial too much ; All His people have been dearly purchased. And Satan can never claim such. By and by I shall sec Hi in and pstise Him In the land of unending day : the toils of the road will seem :iotking When I get to the end of the \^j. i : Though now I am weary and footsore, I shall rest when I'm safely at home, I know I'll receive a glad welcome For the Saviour Himself has said, " Come/* So whenever my trials seem heavy, And I'm sinking in spirit I say, " All the toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way." When the last feeble step has been taken, And the gates of the city appear : And the beautiful songs of the angels, !Float out on my listening ear ; Then all that now seems so mysterious, J ^Will be plain and clear as the day, -^ Yes, the toils of the road will seem notfiing When I get to the end of the way. 13 Cool fountains are there for the thirsty, And cordials for those who are faint, And robes that are whiter and purer Then any that fancy can paint. Then I'll try to pass hopefully onward, Thinking often through each weary day ; The toils of the road will seem nothing When I get to the end of the way. tw The Request. rf song, You've asked me to sing you a soothin Because the day has been sad and long ; I would fain some joy and comfort bring Now what would you like to have me sing ? Shall it be a song of summer hours. Of birds, and trees, and shady bowers, Soft balmy airs, and cloudless skies And murmuring bees and butterflies ] Or shall it be something wild, and grand, That happened once in some distant land, Or some song that tells of tlie dark blue sea, And the ships that sail on its waters freel Or would you prefer a merrier strain. To bring a smile to your face again. Something that tells of mirth and fun. Some witty thing that's been said or done 1 " Nay ! friend all these I must refuse, ^v For different indeed are the songs I choose : I should like you to sing of the wonderful love, * That brought the Saviour down from above. % u v.. 14 Sing of the promises He has made To all whose hopes on Him are staid : Of the throne of grace, where His children plead For the mercy and help they so much need. Sing of the love that guards our way, As we travel along from day to day ; Or give me a song of that land so sweet, Where we'll rest at last our tired feet. Whore we'll feel no more life's heavy cares, Or be led astray by the tempter's snares ; Sing of the spotless robes up there, And the shining crowns that we hope to wear. Sing of the angels before the throne. Who offer their praise to God alone ; Such strains will my weary spirit rest, For those are the songs that I love best." The Missing Group. My heart has a group of loved ones To whom I have said, " Farewell," And ^ miss the joy of their presence Far mor^ than words can tell. Some of them still are living, Although they are far away ; And some in the quiet church-yard Peacefully rest to-day. • * ' '^ Some on the world's rough highways, Are scattering Gospel seeds ; ....;!; Alternately sowing and reaping. Or trying to pluck the weeds. Some have locks that are black and shining, Some have grey hairs here and there. Some have eyes that are dark and piercing. While others are soft and clear. 15 id r. Sometimes when friends are talking I seem but to see the smile On the face of some absent dear one, Who is in my thoughts the while. I hear again loved voices, And the songs they used to sing : O'er my heart's deep secret cliambers Their holy memories fling. But oftcner still in the evening When the weary day is done. My heart gathers up its treasures And views them one by one. And I think till my thoughts o'ercome me, And I cry out in bitter pain *' O come back, dear friends, I pray you, when will you come again 1 _ _. , :* But why should I grieve so sadly 1 1 shall meet on the other shore Those whom I love now living, And those who have gone before. They have each received the Saviour, And chosen Him for their Friend ; So I'll meet them all in Heaven When this toilsome life shall end. But first ere a word I utter To the friends of former days, • I will fall at the feet -of the Saviour, And offer my song of praise. j j ril thank Him for all His mercy .- ,.. ,, j That redeemed my soul from sin, That brought me safe to Heaven, And bid me enter in. And then I will turn to my loved ones. And shaking each by the hand — We'll talk of our joys together ^^ 1 I 16 As we roam through the heavenly land. Then I'll tell them how I missed them Since first they went away, And then I'll stop and listen To hear what they have to say. And 'twill seem as I view their faces, As though they had never died ; But had only been carried over To their home on the other side. But sweet as will be that meeting, 'Twill be sweeter Christ's love to share ; In the midst of all those loved ones I should sorrow if He were not there. "Johnny's Return from Sea. A STORY IN VERSE. The good old people were failing, And their heads were getting gray ; And they seemed to grow more feeble. After Johnny w^ent away. Their hearts were sad at parting For. an only son was he : But the mother said, " When winter comes. Then Johnny '11 return from sea." , . At first he sent home money, ''^'''''■ For he loved his parents well ; And always wrote kind letters. And had something new to tell. But at last his pen grew silent. What could the matter be ? ♦ But his mother still said, " When winter comes, Then Johnny '11 return from sea." i •*» .U--:'- -N # 17 L les, But the -winter brought not Johnny To the little cottage home ; was he on earth a wanderer 1 Or beneath the ocean's foam 1 Friends gathered round the parents, And were kind as they could be, And every one was anxious For Johnny to come from sea. And the Summer came and faded. And Autumn days drew near ; But no tidings of their dear one Could the anxious parents hear ; But at morning and evening, daily. Together they bowed the knee. And asked the God of Heaven, To bring Johnny home from sea. Again the winter snow lay thick Upon the frozen ground. The wind moaned round the cottage With a sad and dreary sound. The mother still seemed cheerful. But the father said, " Ah me ! 1 am growing old and feeble, I wish Johnny would come from sea." The old man tried to labour. But he often had to rest ; ^ And he loved to sit and ponder In his old arm chair the best. And he often murmured sadly-— " What can the matter be 1 The seasons keep returning. Why don't Johnny come from sea." The mother was always hopeful : She could never quite despair ; For she felt that her Heavenly Father Had Johnny safe in His care. a *r 18 And she prayed with faith and patience- " Lord, if such thy will may be, grant my heart's petition And bring Johnny home from sea/' One night the fire burned brightly, The work of the house was done ; The mother sat with her knitting, Thinking about her absent son. Some hours went by in silence, And then looking up said she, ** I believe that very shortly Our Johnny 11 return from sea." *' Ah mother," the old man answered, ** You have stronger faith than I, I'm afraid we'll never see him," And he heaved a troubled sigh. " Have courage," said the mother, "Our prayers will answered be : 1 believe that God will shortly. Bring Johnny home from sea." " Well mother," the old man answered, " Get the Bible overthere. And I'll read our evening chapter Then I'll try to offer prayer." He read of the " many mansions," ^ Then bowed his trembling knee. And cried — " O Lord I pray thee, Bring Johnny home from sea. We know not Heavenly Father, Where he may be to-night ; .; ;,. But everything is clearly ! II I Lord open to thy sight ; i 1 I We come like wrestling Jacob, And humbly plead with thee,. i O hear us in thy mercy, jl And bring Johnny home from' sea." i' i Says, a doctor he will be, While Lotty and Joe are eager Some distant laud to see. ♦ > II ■f: jli'P 22 "WTion f wfrk tliofr beds at cvoningv And find thom 8l(xypiu«j; there ; Tlio tears rise (|mcdk t«> luy eyelids, Aiul I breartlic f()r tficnr a pniycr. I ask tfif> Ifcavonly Sli -plienl To bfcss tljciii witli liis luvt% - . And ai^ And he a man oiuie more. ^^ I cannot leave off drinking, To urge me is in vainj I feel its d^egiatlation. But «t'ill I caift refrain, f All my broken resolutions Jlise l)ef OBe ime ojic by oii^ My eaiil is 5)oubA v/ifk fe^iert And I feel tltat Tin undone- f I I know iJl yoRi can tell 'Tnfa, •, ._, ^ IVe lieaa-d it (fer and o^er, Fve stiiiggle*! liard for frcedoni . , i\ But I shall eitrive iio more. ^ , Sometimes for woeke teget3ier Prom fiq^or 1 abstain, -^'^ !*• Then my appetite overcomes m^ -^ ,^^ And I go and diiiak Again. ■ - f^'i !** When I left my tender metier, i I took her haaid in mine ; Aad made a solemn promise JS^'fj" to touch tlie sparkling wine*. 24 But IVe yielded to temptation^ My feet have turned aside, And I've been a great transgressor Since I left Ler loving side. I feel my case is hopeless. No earthly power can save, I expect to go on drinking Till I fill a drunkard's grave. My soul is full of anguish, I know my sin is great. But still I can't resist it, So leave me to my fate.' )f Say not your case is hopeless, The Saviour sees your woe, Tho' your sins may be as scarlet. He can make them white as snow. Oh go and fall before Him, In humble earnest prayer, And He will break your fetters. And save you from despair. He pities your condition, He died that you might live ; Tho' youi have grieved Him deeply. He is ready to forgive. Then go and seek His mercy, Your harden on Him roll. He wifll n''er reject the jjleading Of a tried and tempted soul. He whose power is everlasting, The tempter's snare can break ; Then enlist beneath his banner. And your sinful ways forsake. If yon fight the battle bravely, i Soon the victory will be won : For Christ's strength shall be made perfect III your weakneeSy tempted one. I Ki-l 25 Say not your case is hopeless, For many a slave of drink Has sought the help of Jesus And been saved from ruin's brink. Then do not be discouraged, But go this very hour. And ask the Lord to save you From temptation's fatal power. The Flower Lesson. On my wearisom^ couch I feebly lay, Lonely and sad one stormy day ; Counting each long and tedious hour, When a friend came in and brought a flower. It looked so sweet, and fresh, and fail*. My heart was lifted from its care ; It brightened the rest of the dreary day, For it seemed to me I heard it say — " Your Heavenly Father has sent me here, Your sad and drooping heart to cheer ; Just take a look at my yellow eye. Whenever you feel disposed to sigh. I know I'm only a delicate flower, But still I show my Maker's power. I've been by Him preserved alive. And made to bud, and bloom, and thrive. He who thus on a flower has smiled. Will not forget His weary child ; Then trust His love from day to day However dark may be your way. ^ ' His plans are hidden from mortal sight. But then you know they are always right. Yield not to gloom for He loves you well, He has sent me here this truth to tell. ?. 26 Though painful the cross you have to bear, Jesus is ready its weight to sliarc ; And heavier far was tlie cross He bore When He suffered upon this mortal shore. Though trials around your path may fall. Let not the tempter your heart appall ; But strive to do God's holy will, And never forget that He loves you stilL When your weary days on earth are o'er, You then will go home to the Heavenly shore ; And ' sorrow and sighing shall flee away ' When you enter the land of eternal day." • TIiG Resting Place. ** Come unto me ... I will give you rest" Dear Father in Heaven, look down upon me. The world is all dark, but I'm trusting in Thee ; I bring Thee a burden of sorrow and sin, Forgive me and make me more lioly within- gather me close to Thy kind, loving breast, I've eome to thee Father for pardon and rest. Fve knelt at thy mercy-throne often before My sins to confess and thy grace to implore ; , ]')ut still thou liast never once turned me away. Nor to my heart's pleadings and longings said, " Nay." Now gather me close to thy kind, loving breast, 1 find nowhere else such sweet comfort and rest. I know I'm a wayward and wandering child, And often by Satan allured and beguiled ; But when I have grieved thee, niy soul is cast down, For I cannot be happy while under thy frown. O gather me close to thy kind, loving breast, Thou kuowest how much I am longing for rest 2T I deserve to be driven away from thy side, ]^ut this is my plea, ** The Saviour has died ;" Thou wilt not refuse what I ask for his sake, Nor suffer my heart that is contrite to break, O gather me close to thy kind, loving breast, Tis the refuge I seek when my spirit wants rest. Kp Tliou art my Supporter, my Guide, and my Friend, I know thou wilt carry me safe to tlie end ; A soug of thanksgiving my spirit would raise For the mercy that ever has followed my days. gather me close to thy kind, loving breast, I've many dear friends, but thee I love best. If thou art my Father, and I am thy child, The conflicts of life may be ever so wild ; 1 still shall be safe in thy heavenly care. And thy goodness and mercy I ever shall share. O gather me close to thy kind, loving breast, Tis the place for a child that is weary to rest. And when thou shalt call me to yield up my breath, And pass " through the valley and shadow of death;" O grant that my hope may be steadfast and clear. Disturbed by no shadow of sorrow or fear. Then gather me close to thy kind, loving breast. And let me enjoy there the sweetness of i*est. O how glad I shall be when I reach the bright shore Where I never can wander away from Thee more ; I'll feast on thy love in that beautiful place And gaze with delight on the smiles of thy face. Thou wilt gather me then to thy kind, loving breast. And make me to know the full meaning of rest. 28 am ' The Sunset. 'Tis the peaceful hour of sunset, The hour that I love best ; For it brings to my drooping spirit Sweet thoughts of the Land of Rest. I'm weary and weak in body, For I'm living in constant pain ; The strength of my youth is broken, And will never return again. But the beams of this sweet sunset, Shining into my quiet room, Beguiles my heart for a season. And drives away its gloom. Heavenly Father let thy Spirit With a beam of love descend. And fill my soul, I pray thee. With a joy that never shall end. And when my short life is ended May its end be calm and sweet. As the beams of this parting sunset, So radiant and complete. Lower the sun is sinking. He will soon be out of sight ; What robes of light and beauty The clonds have on to-night 1 Perhaps they are beams of glory Shining out from heaven's gate ; Or the angels' smiles reflected That around the Father wait Ah ! the last beam now has faded, The twilight steals along ; Hark ! what is that in the distance 1 It sounds like an evening song. I 29 I rise and look from the window, But I see no singers there ; Still the notes of a song that's perfect Are borne on the evening air. Perhaps 'tis some kind angel, Sent down for a little while To cheer my weary spirit And my thoughts from pain beguile. There, — the last sweet notes of the music Are fading into the night, "While slumber a web is weaving Slowly over my sight. sleep, thou art very welcome, I pray thee to tarry long, And bring one dream to my spirit ' Of the sunset and the song. As long as I wander a pilgrim Over this mortal shore, My heart will treasure the picture Of this calm and peaceful hour. And when I get home to Heaven And gaze on its walls so bright, 1 think I'll remember clearly -^ The sunset sky to-night. The Violet. All flowers to my sight are refreshing. And thoughts that are cheering bring ; But the dearest to me is the violet, — The beautiful child of the Spring. Others may choose from the garden A flower of gayer hue. That is carefully nursed and tended, But give me the violet blue. 30 "When the winter snows have melted I watch for the flower I love ; J'or it seems like a tender message From the beautiful land above. For He who has made the violet To bloom in the fields so fair, Has given a child of affliction A place in His love and care. And while I admire its beauty, His goodness I call to mind ; And many a lesson of hope and love, In the modest flower I find. 11 I I think when my days are ended, And I'm laid with the sleeping dead ; I should like to have the sweet violet To grow o'er my lowly bed. And I'd like to have friends to go there, And think as it meets their eyes. Of my home with Christ and the angels. Beyond the bright blue skies. . Does my favorite flower, I wonder Bloom in the land of light % Should I find it when I arrive there, How miich I'd enjoy the sight ! yes, when I'm called to Heaven, And have done with this cold world's strife : 1 should like to find the sweet violet On the banks of the river of life. I love to talk of its beauty, For its charms are always new. And I doubt sometimes if in Eden There was anything sweeter grew. 31 AH flowers to my sight are refreshing, But my thoughts the most fondly cling To the dear little modest violet, The beautiful child of the Spring. '*( 4- ■I'M".)! Co to the Drunkard. ,t! Go to the drunkard, degraded and low, And strive to reclaim him from mis'ry and woe ; Hold out to the lost, the kind, brotherly hand. Lift him out of the gutter, and help him to stand. Let it never be said, fellow christian, I pray. That you sought not to win him from ruin's broad way. Though often he staggers along in the street, With a trembling frame and tottering feet : And fills the pure air with his curses so wild, Remember he once was an innocent child. On his young face was printed full many a kiss, And no one then thought he would e'er come to this. And it may be, christian, a mother once tried To lead his young feet to the Saviour's blest side. Perchance, ere the red wine his lips learned to quaff, He was to his father a comfort and staff. And, it may be, a sister still offers up prayer That he may be rescued from sin and despair. But perhaps you will say now, "If these things are so How then could he ever have fallen so low T' Alas ! fellow christian, you do not know all The temptations he met with that led him to falL His folly and danger now plainly he sees, But he fell not at once, no, he fell hy degrees. 32 But though here and there by the evil one tossed, His case is not hopeless, he need not be lost ; The kind arms of mercy are still open wide, And for him, even him, the dear Saviour has died. Then go to him, christian, and tell him the story. Of Him who for sinners once left Heaven's glory. -? Tell him though now he is poor and forlorn, And the gay world is pointing the finger of scorn ; Still he can be saved from his sin and despair If he go to the Saviour in penitent prayer. Tell him you know he can be a free man, And you will assist him as far as you can. I jS ' Give him work then, and let not your sympathy wane. If he fall — O forgive him ! and try him again ; If you turn from him, christian, with scorn and disgust. And leave him to grovel and die in the dust : And sneer at his folly and danger abroad You cannot escape the just wrath of the Lord. You have reason to fear, if such pride in you lurks ; If a christian in heart " show your faith by your works." Were it not for God's mercy you might be to-day. Just like those poor creatures whose feet are astray. Then go to the drunkard degraded and low. And strive to reclaim him from misery and woe. Tit The Sabbath Bell. The Sabbath bell is giving It's clear and earnest call, " O come to the house of God " It seems to say to all. " Come, — christian, — come, Throw worldly cares aside, { Come, — sinner, — come, I will not be denied. Come, come, come, away, ; Come to the house of God to-day. Come raise your hearts and voices. In a cheerful song of praise To the God of earth and Heaven For the mercies of your days. ,' ' Tis just the place for you. Come, — sinner, — come, With motive pure and true, ■ Come, come, come, away. Come to the house of God to-day. Come bow before your Father In humble, fervent prayer • Confess your sins and thank Him For His protecting care. Come, — Christian — come. To you it will be sweet, Come, — sinner, — come, You'll always find a seat. Come, come, come, away. Come to the house of God to-day ttm 34 I. , i ; \ Como listen to th« Gospel, And with eanicst spirit seek To trejisnro u» some lesson To think of tlirougli the week. Come, — Christian, — come, Your soul is needing food, Come, sinner, come, I'm sure 'twill do you good, Come, come, come, away Come to the house of God to-day. Come out to church, good people, I've called you many a year, And still to-day I'm ready To welcome eacli one h( re. . Come, — Christian, — come, Improve this sacred hour, Come, sinner, come. And seek the S2)irit's power, Come, come, come, away, Come to the house of God to-day. Come — time is swiftly passing. Soon your Sabbaths will be o'er, Soon death will come and take you Where you'll hear my voice no more. Come, — Christian, — come, heed my earnest call, Come, sinner, come My message is to all, Come, come, come, away, Come to the house of God to-day. m^ Thoughts of Summer. - 'I O summer ! thy face is enchanting, My heart gives a welcome to thee. Thou hast hrought back the birds and tlio flowers, And painted the leaves on the tree ; The earth in thy gifts is rejoicing, . t Sweet summer, what hast thou for me 1 I cannot roam now through the green-wood, Or stand by the clear, sparkling rill ; Or gather delicious, ripe berries. Or walk to the brow of the hill ; For the hand of disease is upon mo, I must suffer each day, and " be still." t *'ii^< But I sit at the door of our cottage. Where thy beautiful form I can see ; I mark the quick tread of the passers. And hear their gay laughter and glee. Thou hast brought them bright days of enjoyment, O summer, what hast thou for me 1 I have brought thee sweet thoughts from my Maker, Of a better and happier land, Where free from all sorrow and sighing, Dwells a bright and glorified band, Who sing the glad song of redemption. As around the white throne they all stand. The trees and the flowers here so lovely Must very soon wither away ; But the beauty of Heaven is lasting. And never can change or decay. And the Lord giveth light to His people. So they need not the sun's cheering ray. % Could'flt thou catch hut a glimpao of the glory Now lying heyond tne hlue sky : Poor indeed would appear all my treasures, To thy raptured and wondering eye ! And no trial that here thou canst meet with Would seem worth a tear or a sigh. 11 ...■'■.i. summer ! thy voice is inspiring, It awakens the spirit of song ; 1 need all the aid tliou can'st give me, To comfort and cheer me along ; For thoughts that are sad and depressing, Often come to my mind in a throng. •V Still I know that our Heavenly Father, Who is Lord of the earth and the sea, Remembers each one of His children Whate'er their condition may he. If He notes e'en the fall of a sparrow. He surely will not forget me. it Though hut little of earth in its beauty, Thus far in my life I have seen, I shall gaze on the Heavenly city By-and-by with no shadow between. There free from all sin and temptation, On the bosom of Christ I shall lean. When my days here below are all ended, And my feet tread the Heavenly shore ; I shall drink in the fullness of pleasure And the name of the giver adore. I shall lay down my sufferings and sorrows To take them again never-more. ■.«*-. « • 37 M Almost Home. #* • s I'm almost liomo, my darling — Only a few 8toi>s more — And 1 shall bo with the Saviour On the beautiful shining shore. I've waited long for my summons, And my spirit feels no fear. Come, sit beside me dearest, ^ For I think the end is near. •'- I lay and watched the sun sink Last night in the rosy west. And then sleep came to my eyelids, And I dreamed of home and rest. « , I'm almost homo, my darling — I saw in my dream last night The glorious form of the Saviour In the land of joy and light ! And the loving look He gave me, i My heart can not forget, For 'twas balm to my weary spirit And the joy of it lingers yet. And He said as I knelt before Him — " Dear child, I've a crown for thee, Thy cross has been heavy and painful, Come now and reign with me," I'm almost home, my darling — And my spirit is glad to go : But you will be lonely without me. And miss me often, I know. You will be pressing onward O'er life's rough, toilsome way. While I shall be praising the Saviour, In the land of eternal day. ' But I know you'll not forget me. When I pass from your longing sight. You'll think of me often fondly At morning, at noon, and at night. IM«|| »i ^ M 1^. .««..IH«p«LU ■! I||IM 38 t ift^ V. Fm almost home, my darling— I must leave eacli earthly tie : But do not grieve at the parting, For you'll follow me by-and-by. : .,♦ I'm going u little before you, ! l-o* For the Saviour calls me now ; Soon the breezes of Heaven will fan me, And cool my feverish brow. I'm now in the shadowy valley — And short is my feeble breath — But I'm going to a land, my dearest, • ' Where I know there'll be no more death. •-..;Ji ',J I'm almost home, my darling — * '- But I shall be watching there - To give you a joyful welcome When you enter that city so fair. happ}'^ indeed will our hearts be. When amid the ransomed throng : We gaze on each other once more, love, And join in the glad new song. Let this thought then cheer you onward, When your heart with grief is tried, Our parting is not eternal — For w^e'll meet on the other side. Tm almost home, my darling — My pulse is weak and slow — ' '•' And I want you to kiss me, dearest. Once more before I go : And sing me a song to cheer me, Let it be some sacred lay, To waft my spirit upward - ^ To the land of unending day. This world is fading from me — My sufferings all are o'er 1 must leave you now — " Farewell, love :- 'Till we meet on th,; other shore." '■» 39 Come to Church. Good wife, come go to church to-day ; And hear God's servant preach and pray ; The world has held our hearts too long. And pride has grown up firm and strong. We did not have tine clothes to wear. And so we left the house of prayer. • We might have gone to church I know. Had we desired to, long ago, 'Tis true our clothes were poor and mean, But they were always neat and clean. And God above looks at the heart i'ar more th:.n clothing, fine and smart. > i'»;-i:.r I think I've known my duty long, ^ '"" Tho' 1 have still pursued the wrong ; I've hved for self, instead of God ; And paths of sin and folly trod. But since our only daughter died, . To be a better man I've tried. 'W^ ^ -;;.^ I. ■ « *> Last night before I went to bed, r ' "- A chapter in God's book I read, '., I had not turned its pages o'er I think for twenty years or more, And as I read how God hates sin, I wished that I was pure within. At last I iinelt and tried to pray, Though many words I could not say ; And then I sat an hour or more And thought my past life o'er and o'er. And now for church I mean to start. My clothes are better than my heart. % ■Wy ui ,HL"> U 40 ril tell you what I think, good wife, *Tis time we lived a different life : We both in years are getting on, Our time on earth will soon be gone. '' I know if we were called to die • - We're not prepared to dwell on high. I feel that weVe neglected God, And we have felt His chastening rod : Our darling child He called away Tip to the land of endless day. That we might turn from things below, And seek His holy will tu know. I've thought a great deal, wife, of late. About my wicked sinful state ; I am resolved now, if I can. To try and be a christian man; ;'*. I want to find the narrow way. Dear wife, come go to church to-day. Perhaps the preacher will tell us how We both can find the Saviour now ; I long to hear his lips explain . . The glorious gospel plain again, ,. .. ; . I hate my former godless life, ^ ^ l if I'm weary of its sin and strife. And I hope 'tis not too late * For me to knock at mercy's gate ; I mean to seek the Saviour's faoe Till He bestows His pardoning grace ; I long to find the narrow way, Dear wife, come go to church to-day. M i't'iir. il Lines to Temperance Workers. Raise the temperance banner, brothers, In the breeze O let it wave ! Let your watch ward now be, "Forward 3* And be liopef ul^ firni^ and brave. Do not fatter in the battle, ;vj\H>'ii Till the victory you gain : ) Do not quit the field, I pray you, y Till the demon, Bum, is slain, ., -• --'*. fiv 1 May t^ dieadfttl acourge intemperanee- Sooik be banished from our land : And may He wkoee power is boundless BlesB each faithful temperance band. ■ • Lines on Tobacco. •' Boys, — don't you use Tobacco, For you will neyer find There's in it aught to strengthen Your body, or your mind. You don't appecur moie manly, When you puff along the street, # And fill the air with the odour ^^ Of the weed you think so sweet. It never will improve yo% . ^ -^ / Or assist in any way ; -| The interests of the life, boys, * : I. You*re living day by day. ^ Twill make you dull and drowsy, And give you constant thirst, And your health 'twill surely injure At last, if not at first. And think of the money wasted, Upon the hurtful weed ; t While the poor are all around you In their distress and need. If you would try to help them Through life's weary, toilsome day, Twould be better far, than sticking Your precious hours away. You might give something also The Gospel to sustain ; Volunteers are sadly needed And this makes your duty plain. ■:*Wa! 43 '^' No longer waste yowr money,, But spend it as you should ; ' And you then will feel the pleasore That conies from doing good. God has placed you here to serve Hiin» And given you noble powers ; Do not abuse and waste them Through all your morning hours. You're just beginning to mingk With the world and its busy strife : And the habits you now are forming Will go with you all through lif e^ How important then it is boys, > u That you should start aright ; Ask the Lord for grace and wisdom And He'll guide you to the light Ask Him to teach you daily. His pure and holy truth ; And keep your feet from falling, As you tread the path of youth. What a solemn thing is life, boys, Grod gave the gift to you, ... That you might glorify Him ' ., And enjoy Him forever too ; Your hearts are prone to evil, watch them then with care, And of foolish, idle habits, 1 beg you to beware. No longer use Tobacco, Throw off its chains to-day ; And let your time and money Be spent in a better way. Be firm, and brave, and manly, And get every one you can To discard the weed forever, And come and try your plan. ■al. >««*'^ 9^: « There I I Ixjli'eve shii^'s knoaking^- — . And I shall lia-we to^g^ Avid kt her into tldo parlor^ She'll b« sure to stop^ I know, ; How do you do Aunt Violet? Please walk ri'glrt in this way ; !Now take off your shfrwl aiid bonnet^ I hope you Iiave come to stay r Don"! think of going '' irth^er, YoTi reftUy must stop here, I shall be? 50 disappomtetl If you don't^ Aunt Yiolet dear. I'll bare a fire in a minut-e, And the room will soan get warm. The air seems damp and chUly,. We're going to have a storm ^ I'^m sure you're just as welcome. As the lovely flowers of May ; Take this easy chair Aunt Violet, I'm glad you're come to-day. ' & •¥' ■.#^- 45 Now stop my friend, I pray you, ^ You are adding sin to sin, Is not your conscience speaking With reproving voice within 1 On that table over yonder Is a book you've often read. That tells of a daring couple Who for lying were struck dead. '*■.' And all througli its sacred pages, You'll lind this sin abhorcd, I5y the Ruler of earth and Heaven, The Great and Omniscient Lord. All lies are abomination, In His pure and holy sight : ^ . But those who. try to deal truly * - Are always His delight. ■f «*,* 0, truth is a precious jewel ! Its worth can ne'er bo told, And its possessor has something That's better than silver or gold. Don't tell your fiends and neighbours, What you know to be untrue : But do the same to others As you'd have them do to you. :.M I think if poor Aunt Violet Knew your deceitful way, She never again would vex you By coming to spend the day. Try to be pleasant and courteous. And respectful and kind to all : But don't lie for the sake of politeness, And say the sin is small. ■pp> 'J ^ "HiPI"'!' !l,i 46 ^ The tangled Skein. Carrie, a tangled skein of yam 1 Was trying to wind one day : And finding her efforts were all in vain She was heard to impatiently say, — " I never can wind this tiresome skein 'Tis of no use to try. For I only make it worse, I know, ■ So here ril let it lie." Then aunt Mary arose with a pleasant smile And said, *' Come Carrie my dear, If you'll give that skein to me, I think Its tangles I soon can clear." Carrie looked pleased, and putting the skein In her kind aunt*s skilful hands, She said to herself, this puzzling task ,' Aunt Mary I know understands. ■ ■ t * .■■..■'»■.■: r' *•:.■.■ » '♦«■■.'...■= ' \ • Then hopefully taking her station where Each movement she could view, ..>:,■ She saw her aunt complete the work \i,r She had tried in vain to do. .^. - ■ * "I. thank you very much," she said, . ,* " For giving this help to me, I could never have finished the weary task. How clever dear aunt you must be." Said aunt Mary, " Your heart is like the skein That troubled your thoughts so long ; !No order or beauty can dwell within, For darling, each part is wrong. It is a rough, disordered mass. Though Jhidden from mortal sight ; And naught but the touch of a skilful hand Dear Carrie, can make it right. > 4f You can never accomplish the work yourself, Such efforts will prove in vain ; i And you'll find it to be a more hopeless task Than the wearisome, tangled skein. But put yourself now in God's hands, my child, As you put the skein in mine ; And He will remove your guilt and sin, Ey the power of His grace divine. And His wise and skilful touch will cause Confusion to flee afar ; And you can be useful then Carrie my dear In the field where His labourers are." " I thank you," said Carrie, "my own dearest aunt For making my duty so plain, A useful lesson I've learned to-day » • ' From that tiresome, tangled skein." y I The Wounded Soldier's Letter. I've been wounded, mother dearest, In the battle's fearful strife ; ' Brave comrades have fallen around me, Still the Lord has spared my life. But to-day I'm weak and lanquid. Worn with restlessness and pain ; '\ ^ And my heart is vainly longing For your loving face again. If I could but have you near mo. With your tender loving smile, It would cheer my weary spirit And my lonely hours beguile. I've been looking back, dear mother. To the yeai*s I spent with you ; In the old familiar homestead, 'Ere life's trials rose to view. Lying here in pain and weakness, '■w 48 ,' Memory brings before me now, Disobedient acts that often Brought a shadow to your brow. Ah, I know I caused you sorrow, In those days, as well as joy, But I now regret my folly Mother dear, forgive your boy. ' I am lying, — precious mother. Pining in a distant land, ' ' • For your voice so full of music, And your skilful soothing hand. But although your gentle presence • Is denied me in mv need : My heart tells me, best of mothers. For the wanderer you still plead- Yes I know you're maekly kneeling In your closet day by day Praying that God will lead me In the strait and narrow way. I have felt this, mother dearest, '^ In the midst of the battle's din : But I've always tried to silence The true monitor within ; i I have tried my best to banish Serious thoughts from mind and But I've found it useless, mother, They would never all depart. Now reduced by pain and suffering To the borders of the grave, Dare I seek the slighted Saviour ] Dare I ask Him now to save ] ;l i r^ heart, Yes, I think I may, dear mother, - In the happy days gone by You taught me it was for sinners Jesus came to bleed and die. S 49 In the book I read so often When a child beside your knee, •• Were sweet messages of mercy, ;,• . t Is tliere not then liope for me 1 I will seek for peace and pardon Like the Publican of old, Lord, be merciful I pray thee, '\ ' Gather me within thy fold. • ' ' ' God of my dear praying mother, »*' w* Take away my guilt and sin : / • i^ • ^^ For the sake of Christ I pray thee, - • ^^' Give me rest and peace within. Earth can charm my soul no longer, how vain it now appears. Like a shadow o'er my spirit ^ ' Rises all my wasted years. When I think of my transgressions, 1 am filled with grief and shame ; Lord, forgive a wounded soldier, For he comes in Jesus' name. ,*>' •■If The Cbistian's Deathbed. S On his dying bed a suiFerer lay, .'. At the close of a lovely summer day ; ' ' ' But he felt his heavenly Friend was near. And his faith in Him was firm and clear ; An^ joy shone out from his fading eye When he saw his hour had come to die. " I'm going," said he, " to the land of light, I'm going to Heaven where all is bright." " The river of death is cold and deep, But dearest friends you must not weep ; For^oon with Christ I shall abide, In my sweet home beyond the tide. ^ ".' •/ 50 I see a beautiful shining band, ^ ■ On the river's banks I see them stand, I'll join them 'ere the morning light, I'm going to Heaven whore all is bright. The evening hour is stealing on, ,^; The charm of the sunny day is gone : ; . . 'Tis sweet to tliink in this fading light, That in Heaven above there'll bo no niglit. 'Tis a solemn thing for my soul to stand So near the verge of the sinless land ! , This world is fading from my sight / , I'm going to Heaven where all is bright. As I now look back at the faded years, How vain and sinful my life appears : My feet have been often prone to stray Out of the straight and narrow way ; . I have no righteousness of my own, In the blood of Christ I trust alone. Soon I shall bo with Him, clothed in white, I'm going to Heaven where all is bright. The dew of death is on my brow, — This world is nothing to me now ; It cannot cheer my failing heart, But I possess a better part. What should I do in an hour like this, Had I no hope of future bliss 1 The tempter now cannot affright I'm going to Heaven where all is bright. I long to go to that happy place. That I may see my Saviour's face : Though many beautiful things are told Of the gates of pearl and the streets of gold, It is a sweeter thought to me, That there my Saviour I s^ali see ; I hope to have that joy to night, I'm going to Heaven where all is bright. i » 51 ijr,V' No pain can enter the world above, No sin can cloud the joy of love ; I'm going to join the bloodwashed throng, And sing with tliom their happy song ; ; ■ I've almost done with this world of strife, Soon I shall begin the endless life ; I'm passing away from mortal sight, I'm going to Heaven where all is bright. ; Yonder a shining form I see, — I know it is Jesus coming for me, — I hear Him calling my soul away, ' . So here I can no longer stay. My cares and sorrows all are o'er, I've almost reached the other shore ; , The gates of the city are now in sight, I'm going to Heaven, — Good-night, Good-night. Saturday Kight. • 'Tis Saturday night again. Another week is gone ; , • Only a few more hours and then. We'll hail the Sabbath morn. To his dear home the laborer goes, . /-> <; . To seek refi<^shment and repose. i . i His wife a smiling welcome gives, His children shout with glee, He's had a week of toil and care But feels to-night, he's free ! He labors hard from day to day, And often gets but scanty pay. To-night he talks the matter o'er With those he loyes the best ; With many a plan for future time He thinks he'll surely test. 52 And then in silent thought he sits, And languor and fatigue forgets. The mother calls her little ones, And soon in accents sweet, Their lessons for the Sabha^;h School, They each in turn repeat. She blames the idler's careless ways But gives to the industrious praise. Her mending basket next she takes. Worn garments to repair ; And as she looks them o'er she finds. That many a rent is there ; For hours she sits and darns, and mends, While her full heart to Grod ascends. She asks that her dear ones may be Protected, clothed, and fed : A And that they all Christ's love may seek While life's rough path they tread. Her joy revives, her hopes increase, - God's spirit fills her heart with peace. Yes, Saturday night has come, — Forerunner of Sabbath ve^t ; And to none of earth's poor toiling ones Can it be an unwelcome guest. A time of quiet thought it brings, And o'er the week a mantle flings. 'Tis a solemn thing to reflect That another week is gone ; How did we use its golden hours As they passed us one by one 1 Did we strive to live for God each day, O what does truthful conscience say 1 ^ t. ■^Mi .*53 ■':c-' Have we heen ficaTea* dpa./n to Him ^ From wiiom all blesssings flow 1 Mave we more faitk and love ito-jaighi Than we bad a week .ago ] Have we tried our fellowmen to aid Have duties' -calls a"!! bee a o"berj^d ^ Aks ^ with sarrow we «confesa, There's Hiiich me have ie£t undone 1 IForgiftre us, gracious God, we pray, /_ For the sake of Thy dear -Hon. daide .o«r poor Wiiiade*ing ieet aright, iiOrd, grd»t the patitians we ask ito-n^liJL "■^K GMstmas Sonf, - 'Tltt3 changeful antuiiin -now is o'eo:, 7^- The wintry days ;appe<'ir .; Again the Christmas time returns -' The sous of j:n(m to .cheer. i'le HQt the priceless gift of health, £ To make^his.seasirn the radiant skies. Louder ami isLill iouder The strains were borne along,. How eharming must have been the sowm) Of that first Christmas sos^. Withift 3 msBger, woadions thoisght I The Son of God was laid ; No co8% cradTe held H» fein*, ■ " By skilful fingers made. The prourf and haughty Jevrs despised The Saviour'* hwmble birth ; They thought with pomp He'd surely con^ To dwell upon the earths Fan different were His p-arposes. The Jews were in the wrong. And what He did lor us I'M tell IsEow in my Chjastmas song. He spent His life m doing good^ Tben for our sins He died - And now He sits v^n the throne? Clos* by His Father's side.. And now by laitk wo come to GrO(l„ And enr requests ean mak^ And 9» He loid^s on His dear Sea Hft g;rants tham. foe His 8ak&. W -T^yt— j--r- ^5:5 O may he cleanse our hearts from film And take away whafs wrong; And tbeai wi*th Joy 'we .each can sang The angels' Olm^mae song. J How wonderful the love that hrooight^ The Saviour down to die ; He looked upon us ia otir dns With ^nder, pitying -eye. -- ■ O let us dloser tjfijig to Him, < *• And seek His wall to do, Till all our days on earth are o'er . ', And His sweet face we view ; '• ' He ne'er forgets His ehiSdren dear Bat leads them «aeh along, O may He »«w from H^eaven l«ok dow» Aifcd bless my Christmas song. Grandmother^s fhonglitaL ' What is dear grandmother thinking ahout I ^he heeds oic^ the tdhoMfen's tneny shout ; Her knitting neglected before her lies -, While joy shines out from her aged ^eyes, As fihe sits with folded Stands. face is wrinkled, her hair is gray, ^he days of her youth have passed away ; This wod;id cannot fiow her heart 'delight, Then what is she thinking abotit to-night f What causes that happy look % We can guess the things sihe is poadeiing o'^ei^ We tl» nk she has talked of tliem all before^ Her thoughts are fixed on the Saviour's lo^ And the place He*s preparing for her above •80 glorious, sweet, and fair. 1 ^randmotlier is cmo of God^s chiMpon ik-str;, She feels that Ho is a'hvajs near - Eeneath the shadow of His wing, ^^ With joyful trust her soirl ean singy Its sweet and happy song. She souight the Lerd ia her early years-y ; And now as wintry s>ge appears,. She elesei elings to the loving hand That 18 leading her honje to the better Itnc^., SheloHgs so much to seev She knows it cannot he vory Ibng^^ Before she joins th« Heavenly throng ; ' - She says she has done with eaarth's Taiu thibg^^ And hears the rustic tvf angels'' win gp^ And" feel's that her end is near- Crrandma fe cichv m. faith andTovey Her treasTU'es are all laid up ahove r Tlio' worldiDT wealth has ii<5t heen^ given^ There's something better for her in Heaveir^ Thia comforts hor waiting heart.. When GrainTraa hfis gone to that hs^ppj piiec;. We shalt often leng for her pleasant face ; We shall mi«s. her tiien from: her easy chair*^ * For many years we hare seen her there Knitting and thinking together. ^^ She i&very dca* to o*rr lb vijag hearts-,. And we shail he loneiy when she departs y But we. wottld not keep her from h«r les^^ Hop murmur at what the^Loxd thiaiks hest^ For we know His ways are right, "We'll tiy to. make Grandma's feehr© dayr Happy, whilia here with us she stays^ Well sing the hymns that to her are deas; And read" the sweet words slie loves to heaa: ¥EDin God's own holy ward.. 5r The angel of death will come to aS!, And by and by for us he'll call, O may Ave be just as pure in heart As grandma is, — when we depart, — Prom this world of toil and care-^ Taste not the Wine. Taste not the wine so bright and fair^ 'Twill lead to misery and despair ; You will bo often urged to take, ''" A social glass for friendship's sake. But, always firmly answer, " No,"" If you would escape the drunkard's woe. O do not for ane monront think. That you a little can safely drink ; Others have thought the same, my friend, Aifid come at last to a fearful end,; Say not in the pride of your heart to-day. That you will never go astray. , _^ All human strength is poor and weak, The help of the Lord you must liumbly seek For you can never in safety stand ; Unless upheld by His powerful hand. Ask Him to save you from the snare Of the rosy wine so bright and fair.. Tlion rise with purpose firm and true,, And see what you can find to do ; The temperance workers need you, friend", O will you not assistance lend. They're doing a great and noble work, O do n.ot then your duty shirk. 58 Go take your station in the field, And see what influence you can wield : Intemperance is a dreadful foe, Then labour hard to bring it low. **Vrine is a mocker," though so fair; i** Misery and woe are lurking there. €< Strong drink is raging," painful thought ! For many are by it to ruin brought ; sad indeed it is to know That there are those who fall so low ; Once young and innocent, bright and fair. And now on the road to dark despair ! May He whose power alone can save, Break off the chains from each fettered slave ; The temperance cause is a noble one, And we know a great deal has been done To rescue souls from ruin's brink. Under the dreadful power of drink. But there is a great deal more to do. My friend 1 there is plenty of work for you : 1 know the noble temperance cause, Its pledges, societies, rules, and laws ; Its sustainers are sure to win success, For God their efforts will own and blesa. I cannot labour with the strong, I've been a feeble sufferer long ; But still to temperance I'm a friend. And so abroad these lines I send. With many a wisli, and many a prayer. That they the blessing of God might share. \L.\ d 69 Lines to Mrs. D. I am thinking alone in the moonlight, Dear friend, I am thinking of thee ; Many miles are now lying between us. And thy face I am longing to see. The joy of thy presence has lightened Many trials for me in the past ; And now as I think of thy absence, " ' My spirit with grief is overcast. "v' As I sit here alone in the stillness, Old memories come back in a throng ; My desire is intense as I ponder. , " To hear thy sweet voice in a song. If the wings of a dove could be lent me, I would fly to thy side with delight ; I need thy kind words of affection, Tor I'm lonely and weary to night. ' ' We have parted, dear friend, and I know not _, If on earth we shall e'er meet again : |'^ But I trust we shaU meet in that City Where there is no sorrow nor pain. More weary I get with life's journey, As the friends that I love leave my side ; But I have the thought to sustain me, ' The Lord is my Shepherd and Guide. Dear sister, tho' oft here with trials Our hearts may be grieved and oppressed ; We'll be free from our burdens and sorrows When we reach the bright City of rest eo Wc will gaze on the face of the Siiviour, His presence and love we shall share : Thy voice has been her€ full of music, 13ut more sweet will thy song bu up there. Should /be th« first one to enter, The home of the blest and the free ; I'll come oft to the gate of the City, To watch, my dear sister, for thoe. , . But we cannot tell what's in the future. Thou mays't be the first one to go ; And I may be left a while longer >'. To languish and suffer below. But I'll leave it all to our Father, And my rest by and by will be swi t, And with joy T shall leave the rough pathway. I have trodden with such weary feet. i I Lines on the Rev. J. A. D. May our God ever graciously give you The best gifts lie has to bestow ; I would not aslv less for you, brother, And I cannot ask more while l)elow- Mr ; \> 'it r Sometimes when Fni quietly musing, The past, with its pleasures, seems near ; And your speaking face nses before jne. And the tones of your voice I can hear. How often your visits have <;heered me, When oppressed with life's trials and cares. And soothing indeed to my spirit Were your earnest and soul-stirring prayers. 61 And often yon came in and told me That Zion was prospering, dear brother ; That sinners were seeking tlie Saviour, And saints had more love for each other. Such news ever filled me with gladness, • .' > As in my great weakness I lay ; ' ' 0^1 my wearisome couch of affliction, ^ Through the long houi*s of each tedious day. The kindness and sympathy, brother, * With which your warm heart did o'orflow ; With gratitude I shall remember. i;. I ' As long as I dwell here below. ■I'^'-i, And when we both reach the bright City, // And the bliss of the glorified share. How glad I sliall be to l:M3hold yon Released from all sickness and care. /, O, fear not, the Master is with you. His love is your portion each day ; . i He never will leave nor forsake you. Press on then your Heavenward way. Lines to the Bev. k Mrs. J. B. Dear friends, of your kindness I sing, And my heart's warmest thanks I would bring ; May the God that we worship and love, Send you each His best gifts from above : All blessings are His to bestow, *Tis a comfort their sweet truth to know. Your kind acts I love to recall, In my heart I have treasured them all ; How often in days that have lied, By true christian sympathy led, «3 You came with some books, or some flowers, T(J brighten my wearisome hours. And brother, your smile was so bright, Twas refreshing to my weary sight ; And kindly you cheered me along "When I soared to the regions of song, Such sympathy ever was sweet ; And again, my best thanks I repeat. That those days are all past I regret, Their brightness I n'er can forget. But we each one are treading the way, That leads to the City of day. Our hopes and desires are the same For we trust in the Saviour's great Name. And when our days here are all o'er, j i : , We shall meet on the Heavenly shore, i There the Saviour's sweet face we shall see, What a joy to our hearts it will be. O the walls of the city will ring With the anthems of praise we shall sing. o •■»■• No sorrow will mix with our joy. And the tempter no more can annoy ; We'll be free from our burden of sin. And when that sweet life we begin. How small will each trial appear That we've met with while sojourning hero. Dear sister, this thought gives a joy. That naught in this world can destroy. Dear brother, in Christ we abide ; And our J^;t«ps He will tenderly guide, Safe to the end of the way. To the Mansions of unending day. .^ \' ■ » I •■ 1 > 6S A Talk with the Children. -/ *;■ Come Charley, and Tommy, and Lilly, And Bertha,- and little Nell ; Come all and gather around me And a story that's true I'll tell. I'm but a poor invalid,*darlings, Yet perchance the words I may say May be by you all remembered, When I shall have passed away. The story that I shall tell you Had always a charm for me, 'Tis about the disciples of Jesus, And what happened them once on the sea. They were out in their ship, when a tempest Sudden and violent arose. Causing the waves to awaken - • -- - From their calm and sweet repose. Though Jesus was there, dear children, He lay on a pillow asleep ; While the little ship tossed wildly About on the foaming deep. The disciples looked at their Master And some hope they began to cherish, So they awoke Him earnestly, crying, " Lord save us or we perish.'* " ye of little faith. Why are ye so fearful," said He, Then arose and rebuked the tempest And the waves of the restless sea. The disciples feared no longer. They felt they were safe from harm, For the tempest ceased in a moment, And there was a perfect calm. // 1 •( it ** What manner of man is this," ' ' '~ *Iii wonder and joy, said they, **That even the winds and tlie .sea Hear His commands and obey V As the disciples looked on Jesns, * -■' In the hush of that solemn hour, ' • *• They were filled with awe and wonder At this display of His power. ''- ' i ' ■' You are merry and gay now, children, And your trials are few and small ; But if you live to be older. Life's storms oround you will fall. Then go to the Saviour, children, No other hope you must cherish But do as did once the disciples, Cry earnestly, " Save or ^ve perish." ''• And He who once stilled the tempest. And made the wild winds to cease ; Will give to each heart that is troubled, Kich treasures of joy and peace. Begin in your early childhood. To call on His holy name ; ^ He once blessed the little children, , And His love for them still is the same. Though now He reigns in His glory. In the City beyond the sun ; The little ones still He remembers. And is ready to bless each one. I can talk no more at the present. The sun is quite low in the west, I feel very weary, dear children Eun home now and leave me to rest V 65 The ' Saviour's Promises. When I'm weary and faint with the hurdcn, Of tlio c'oss I am bearing each day : By faith I draw near to tlie Saviour And hear His voice tenderly say : — • " O fear not I always am with thee, This thought should thy courage increase ; In the world thou shalt have trihulation, But in me thou shalt ever have peace. Though this life is so constiintly changing, E-emember I'm always the same, And I'm ready to give my dear children, Whatsoever they ask in my name. I feel all thy trials and conflicts, ' I see every sorrowful tear, ' '- I know well how dark is the pathway That I have appointed thee here. Although what I do thou knowest not now, And mysterious it seems unto thee ; Hereafter the veil will be taken away. And then my designs thou shalt see. be not af^id, for in Heaven Are mauu.ons all glorious and fair : And when thou hast finished life's journey, I'll come and receive thee up there." Dear Saviour, I'll trust thee forever, I know thou art faithful and true ; Had I not this sweet thought to sustain me, O what would my weary heart do .1 ■j' , I come to thee now in my weakness, The pathway looks dreary and wild ; My spirit is fainting within me, O strengthen thy poor weary child. Thy love is the tower of protection, To which in my troubles I floe ; When I think of thy mercy and goodness, My heart clings more closely to thee. let me have more of thy presence, My Saviour my Shepherd and guide ; I'm sinful and weak and unholy, But thou to redeem me hast died. Consolation for the Bereaved. Are you grieving the departure Of fondly cherished friends 1 And wondering in your lonely hours, Why God such sorrow sends *? Does your heart sometimes feel ready To break beneath its load, As day by day with weary feet You tread life's rugged road 1 And do you wonder as you see, Your earthly hopes decay ■? ' Why some still have the friends they love, While yours were called away ? And do you feel those precious ones Are hidden from your view ; ' - , And as your work for them is o'er .. ; You've nothing now to do *? ' * t Look up, tried, afflicted soul, It was your Father's hand That took away those cherished ones From your dear household band. 67 If in the book of life above, Your name has been enrolled, Though in the furnace you are tried, You shall come forth as gold. Doubt not your Heavenly Father's love, Nor let your faith grow dim ; Your treasures He removed that you ^ Might closer cling to Him. He does not willingly afflict, no, 'tis all in love, And He'll explain life's mysteries When you reach your home above 'Twas hard to part with those you loved, And '.veep you surely may, For ** Jesus wept " o'er Lazarus once. As in the grave he lay. But do not murmur or repine, Nor at your lot rebel ; For He who gave the wound you feel. You know does all things well. Although from fondly cherished friends, Your heart has been bereft ; Stili strive each day to labour on For those who still are left. Yes, strive to help and comfort all While in this world below ; And as you thus God's will obey ,, ' Your heart will lighter grow. If your departed friends received The Saviour's pardoning grace ; They're now before the throne above Beholding His sweet face. They sing a glad triumphant song, Unmixed with grief or pain. You surely caunot wish them back, To suffer here again. i i 68 They're waiting now to welcome you, And when this life shall end, ■ r You'Jl meet them all, and perfect joy Will on your soul descend. God's dealings then you'll understand, And thank Him for tl»o way He took to hring your wandering feet iTo the land of endless day. Sowing and Reaping. Thou art sowing, servant of Jesus, The precious gospel seeds : Though often growth is hindered. By rank and troublesome weeds. Thou lahourest not on the highways. That thou may'st gather fame ; Thou seekest to glorify only, Tlie Saviour's precious name. But thy heart is sad as thou lookcst On souls in their sins asleep : Thou art willing to sow for a season, But oft thou desirest to reap. But the Master docs not forget thee. He looks from His throne above : And tenderly smiles with apjvroval On thy work of faith and love. ' Tlie precious seeds thou art ;^owing, Can not be all destroyed ; For the word of the Lord shall never Return again to Him void. But it shall accomplish the purpose Whereunto it has been sent ; This promise is sweet and consoling, And should make thy soul content. ><♦ €9 TIiou (Tost not know at present How many hearts are stirred. By the precious gOvspelmesaage Tlieir ears have so often heard. It may, like hrcad on the waters. After many days he found ; Then labour with faith and patience. And scatter God's trnth aronnd. The sower is dear to the Master, - lliongh often tinable to reap, And at times oppressed with sadness. He may turn aside and weep ; Because the results of his labours, Are not to his vision plain, And he fears that his earnest efforts Have only been made in vain. But look up f O servant of Jesus, For the fields are Avhitening fast. Thou wilt surely reap a harvest Of precious souls at last : '.riien sow the seeds of the gospe), . More hopefully here and there. The Saviour accepts thy service. And His blessing thon shalt share. When all thy work is finished, ; And thy race on earth is run ; Then tliou wilt hear Him saying In loving tones — " Well done/' Those things that here have tried thee Will then seem very small, And thou wilt discover how wisely Thy God has ordered all. J r' 4f 70 To a Sin-burdened Sod. " Though your sins be as scarlet they shall be white as snow. • ** Though your sins be as scarlet," sorrowful one, If you will but rely on what Jesus has done, " They shall be white as snow," and the spirit of peace, "Will dwell in your soul, and your anguish will cease. For you the kind Saviour has suffered and died, Then cling with contrition and faith to His side ; "Though your sins be as scarlet," — O wonderful thought ! The robe of salvation for you lias been bought. You have tried in the world consolation to find, But its pleasures have given no peace to your mind; God's Spirit has called you through many a year. But to His sweet pleadings you've turned a deaf ear. He might justly have left you to stumble and fall, But no : He has followed you kindly through all, And still He is ready His grace to bestow. And says that your sins, " shall be white as the snow." He asks for your heart, do not longer refuse. Two paths lie before you, the narrow one choose j O wander no more in the darkness of night. When God is so mdy to give you the light. Come bow at the feet of the Saviour in prayer, Confess your transgressions, and do not despair ; Your petitions will rise to His bright throne above, And He'll fold you within the kind anus of His love, 71 Ho comes to you now, His salvation to bring, "What great condescension in Heaven's blest King ! But though you are sinful and weak and defiled, He is ready to give you the place of a child, He never once turned a poor sinner away, Then why are you fearful ? why longer delay ? With praise to the Lord your full heart should o'erflow. For He says that " your sins shall be whiter than snow." Thoughts at Twilight. I thank my Heavenly Father, For all His gifts to me : Each day of my life more clearly His goodness I can see. , But 'mid all the earthly blessings. That from time to time He sends, There's none to my heart more precious, Than the love of christian friends. Some in my room can gather, But others are far away; ' Yet the same kind Heavenly Father, Is with them every day. When I ask a blessing on them. Through the dear Eedeemer's name, I feel that they 're often asking, For me the very same. My heart goes off on a journey. Through many a weary day ; And gathers up the dear ones. Who have gone so far away. • r 72 And I oft look longingiy forward, -> • h* To that happy, joyful time, When all God's people will gather, . ' In Heaven from every clime. Had we no hope of meeting, ' ., ^ In that world ao bright and fair : The partings on earth tliat grieve us, Would be more than we could bear- Many things are happening daily, That we cannot understand : But our God will clearly explain them, When we get to the better land. We must pray, and wait with patience, And trust the Lord for the rest ; For we know that He loves us always, And will give us what is best. We are safe in His holy keeping, [ * * And have no cause to fear, ' Clouds may often gather around us, But the sun will again appear. Visit to the Throne of Grace. Thy blessing gracious Saviour, i I humbly crave to-day ; i j And Oh ! I know thou wilt not turn. Thy needy child away. In Thy word, Lord, thou hast told me. If I ask I shall receive. This gives me hope and comfort, For Thy promise I believe. * Forgive my sins and follies, And make the tempter flee, And draw my heart more closely, My loving Lord, to Thee. . 73 4^ i Thou art my only Eefuge, My Saviour and my King, And to Thee my cares and sorrows, And my daiiy wants I bring. Oh make my heart more holy. Stamp Thine own image there ; Increase my faith, and give me More grace my cross to bear ; Thdu hast di^ed for me, dear Saviour, In Thy blood I trust mloae, w^ v*4 «* Witli tliis plea in humble boldness, I approach Thy njercy-throne. When earth scem.*^ dark, Thy presence, My weary spirit cliarms, ^Lud I find a peaceful shelter Within Thy loving arms. ,.^' I Icnow Thou ne'er wilt leave me, ., ^ My soul can rest secure, • . For Thy love is everlasting. And Thy promises are sure. When I reach the Heavenly City, * *^ I shall see Thy glorious face : And thfink and praise Thee ever For the w:' 'ic - »f Thv ixvwco \ I know a cold, durK river, Lies between that land and me : But I do not fear to cross it. For Thou my Guide wilt be. I long to go, dear Saviour, My soul is sick of sin ; And when I think of Heaven I long to enter in. For I know in that bright City, I shall be for ever free, From each sinful thought and feeling, That now draws my heart from TW. jr t I j."»r r: 74 */ I triTst IVe Teamed a little Of Thy love while here beloxr. But wbew I get to heaTcn^ How much more" I tlieu shfall know ! I liope to go on leant'.iig, Throngh eternity's brii^t days, And with each new revelatscn I shall sing fresh soavgs of praise, u * .(» I> I V The Call of th e Master. ** Son go work to day in my viireyard," Tbi Ma&tetis caH'nj yoii^ christiaa. Are you ready His voice to obey 1 Ho says in tones sweety yet en:n>batiG', " Son, go work in my vineyard to-day," Tliere are souls with no bo^^ in his mere}'. Who are wandering in folly and sin, Outside of the fold they will perish, Go christian^ a&d gather them in, * '' - The tempter is zealously trying, . ^ , i •'/ To kc^> these \yooT soula at his side, ', O strive then with earnest heart, christian. Their steps to the Saviour to guide. And then there are some of God's children, "Weighed down 'neath a burden of care. Go often, and sympathize with them, And seek ail their sorrows to share. , If any around yon are needy, ' 1 Be ready to give them yonr aid ; IXever shrink from a duty to others, - K lliat God on yon plainly has laid. If yon have but the cup of cold water. To offer, — Twill meet its reward ; If your motive is pure when you give it, You will gain the sweet smile of your Lord, 75 Be oft at the prayer-meeting, christian, ^^ j Neglect not this sweet means of grace ; O never let trifles prevent you, ,^^. But always be found in your 2)laco. Let your voice, too, be heard with your brctliren In the accents of love, praise, and prayer : They need all the help you can give them -^ Then be not an idler there. i,^^ In the Sabbath School labour with patience, ' And strive to impart to the youth, \ Week by week as they gather around ybu, Some lesson from God's holy truth. And faint not, christian, if often, V Your labour for them seems in vfiin ; • The Master has sent you to teach them, — Toil on then, and do not complain. , _ There is plenty of work in the vineyard, You can always find something to do ; God wants earnest workers, remember, f ^, - Fellow christian. He's calling for you. Will you heed the command that He gives you 1 Are you ready His voice to obey 1 / He says in tones sweet, yet emphatic . . \ " Son, go work in my vineyard to-day." The home of my Childhood. My childhood's home, I see it yet, The place I never can forget ; How clearly memory now recalls The ample hearth and whitened walls : I see each shelf and cupboard there. And every table, chest, and chair. And then the aged friend so dear. To whom I told each childish fear ; ^ If 76 I soem to Bco before me now, llor mild blue eyes, and thoughtful brow, Her stooping form, her silvery hair, And the snowy cap she used to wear. 1 She has a happy home to-day, Where every tear is wiped away ; And when I leave this world of caro, I hope with joy to meet her there. And now I'll try to paint once more. Another scene from memory's store. M J.- '•■it I seem to see again to-day. The fields in which I used to play. The fair and fragrant roses too. That 'neath our kitchen window grew ; The placid cove, the cherry tree, '*^' " And rocks that I have climbed with glee. But sadly changed is now the place, ' And no resemblance could I trace ; To my old home so sweet and fair, If I should now be carried there ; But in earth's weary changing land Decay is seen on every hand. «' / Still this sweet thought my heart sustains, My home in Heaven still remains ; And one is there who died for me, * "^ Whose face I hope one day to see ; .^f He whispers oft — " Do not repine, .: $ For I've redeemed thee, thou art mine.*' Far different now this world appears To me, since childhood's merry years ; The health and strength I then enjoyed, Disease has withered and destroyed, And God has called me to resign Full many a hope and plan of mine. 77 But then, Ho knows just what is host And in His love my soul can rest ; And wlien my days on earth are o'er, And I have reached tlie other shore, then I know that I shall see More clearly still His love to me. ^nl Lines to an Invalid. Child of suffering, do not fear, To the Saviour thou art dear ; ^ , He's a faithful loving Guide, .i . And will never leave thy side. ' , Art thou weary 1 sullering one, "VVishing oft thy race was run 1 Lean upon thy Saviour's breast, ' '■' He will give thy spirit rest ; Freely tell Him every grief, He will give thee sweet relief. li i\ tf 4' Mi! v> u.'t He sees that it is best for thee ' ' A sufferer on the earth to be, ^i He bade thee precious health resign, ]>ecause He knew t' would not reline ' The gold His eyes beheld within, « -' Observed by all the dross of sin. He knew if trials brought thee low, That hope and love would stronger grow. Thy faith and patience would increase, And calm and sweet would be thy peace. O sufferer, Jesus loves thee well. He died to save thy soul from hell ; There's naught can pluck thee from His hands, Fear not, thy hope securely stands. O never doubt this faithful Friend, For He will keep thee to the end ; H The Tempter often may annoy, '^^' ''^ But never can thy soul destroy ; Thy Saviour's promises are sure, "* ' This thought should make thee feel secure* He has a home for thee on high, * To which He'll take thee by and hy ; Tliou wilt be free fi^om suffering there And sin and sorrow, fear and care. And thou v/ilt see thy Saviour's face, And thank Him for His wondrous grace ; Yes, tliou wilt join the glorious song Of the rejoicing, ransomed throng ; liede^ming love will be the theme While joy from every face will beam. Then wait with patience, day by day, Till thou art called from earth away ; Life's stormy waves may round thee roll, They cannot harm thy trusting soul. Cling closely to thy faithful Guide. And ever in His love abide, ' ; He'll make the artful tempter flee, His grace sufficient is for thee. * ' O sweet indeed t'will be to spend • r • Eternity with such a Friend. '• J ^ Lines to a Little Cfirl on going to aNew_Home. Dear little Maggie, you will soon, Be going far aw.ay ; And something new and strange you'll find . ^ To look at every day. But you must not forget, my child, That Jesus from the skies, Will notice every thing your do, With His all-seeing eyes. 7f H« loreR tlio little onss; and wbem > • % Tiiis w Tittk gid « ^ • '<<■ Wko used to bring njie flowers. •' • - ' I ho.pe tliat yoRir new bome will h% A pljice tliat you will love ; ^ .^ And that you'll haT« a Itappy life, ■ ^ And dw wanderer, return I return I S2 O dost thou not remember the peaceful dayg of yore, AVheii thy Iiappy soul on wings of faith and love could soiir ; Thou wast so happy then that thou didst not believe, That thou thy loving Saviour's side could ever leave. J^ut thou didst fall : a lesson of thy weakness learn. There is no peace in sin, O wanderer, return ! return ! Go seek God's mercy-throne, in humble earnest prayer, • - . ■ Confess thy sins and tell thy heart's deep anguish there ; -. ... i .- . - Thou needst not f<»Ar repulse. He will not turn away A wandering child who grieves that he has gone astray. ,, .. Fear not thy broken, contrite words He will not spurn. He loves thee still, wanderer, return ! return ! Support in Affliction. ^ * * ' * Jesus is my greatest treasure, I am trusting in His name ; Though thi« world is ever clianging; Jesus still remains the sam^ He will keep me safe forever, I am leaning on His breast, In His love so sweet and bouuiUess, Day by day my soul can rest He will never let me perish, ^ ; I am safe within His arms ; He is " altogetlier lovely," Words can ne'er describe His charms. From the yeara of earlj' childhood, I have loved Hifl precious name, And though life has had its trials, I have found His love the aanm. .»!J ■fi 83 Though the bloom of health has left me, And no more I roam abroad ; Still my soul can hold communion AVith my Saviour and my (Jod. Though I'm seldom free from suffering, Still I feel that He knows? best, What I need from Him to fit mo For the mansions of the blest. TIow T long to glorify TTim, O that I may ne'er be found Standing useless in His vineyard As a cumberer of the ground. Could I be the moans of leading, Any souls to His dear feet, I should praise His name for ever, For the privilege so sweet. \i If a poor unworthy sinner, liike myself a song may raise, I will sing of God's great mercy. And the name of Jesus praise. And when life on earth is ended, And I reach my home above ; Joyful then will be the anthem, I shall raise to Him I love. /• i I will sing of free salvation ; Through His precious blood alone ; Nothing I could do would ever For my many sins atone. But I know Wiiuu Christ once suffered, Satisfied the law's demands, And my sinful soul I've given Into His dear faithful hands. ^ 8* •'-' "■' Our Darling. Our darling lives with Jesus, ,. .j,/ In a land wIkjfo all is fair ; And we know she's safe and hapyjj, .J^ And nothing can harm her theie. She has gone from our dear household. And our work for her is o'er ; We loved our treasure fondly, But the Saviour. loved her more. lie took her from our embraces, ' In the height of her childish charms ; And she sweetly chased her eyelids, And sunk to sleep in His arms. Wo hear not the song she is singing, In the home of the ransome*! now ; An«l we see not the crown that sparkles, To-* 85 And tlie clinf7'*ng arms, how often, ' Their warm embrace we miss, And the smile so sweet and winning, And the loving good night kiss. But we hope again to meet her. In a happy and glorious place ; And we shiU be filled with gladness, When again we behold her face. We think since God removed her. From our home on this earthly shore ; That Heaven has seemed much dearer To our hearts, than it did before. If we're nearer drawn to Jesus, IJy the sundering of earthly ties ; Then sweet is the cup of aftiietion Though we drink it with tear-dimmed eyes. Then we'll not grieve too deeply, '* * Because God called away . ^ J The darling we loved sofondly, ' - To the land of eternal day. •*•• - i- ' So we'll trust His love and wisdom. For He is a faithful Guide, And we know He'll never leave us, , ^ Whatever may betide. Lines to a Sabbath School Teacher. Dear Sabbath School teacher, '*^ *' '• This thought keep in view, ' ♦'^' The eye of the Master ? • I Is always on you ; " ^ Though often the children Who are under your care Are restless and rude. Still do not despair. • * If you teach them each week, In true Christian love, God looks with approval On you from above, . ,' < , , Go seek in your closet .. t Tlie strength that you need, Ask Jesus to help you To sow the good seed ; if ; I Lay the case of each scholar I Before Ifini in ]»rayer, i-i^ ' | And tell Him each trial, •" Kich fear, and each care. •* Ilis ear will be open To hear what you say ; , ^. ,. You've no reason to fear .,,. That He'll turn you away. ,,,.. He has said in His word, ' Tliey who ask shall receive ; # •> f''\ So your prayer will be heard, * If you only believe. x .11, , Then go to the children ? In tenderest love, And talk to them sweetly ^ ' Of Jesus above. In tones soft and gentle, With earnest heart, tell ''''».'/ >'' How He sulferod and died ^ ^i ... To save them from Hell. ^ ^/^' Although they have neard it • So often before. If you're earnest and tender f They'll listen once more. Tell them you love them And earnestly pray To your Father in Heaven For eiich one every day. >r X .w 87 / Tell them yonr spirit . ii *< , Will lu^V'i' be content Till they turn in) tho Saviour, ' ' Jk»licvc, and repent. The Master will listt'n . ^ ,, . And hliiSH every word ; And tho henrta of tlio children I know will he stirred. Gf)d'« smile of approval Will fill yon with joy, And those things will seem small That once used to annoy. Dc'ar Sabbath Stjhool twicher. With f7es«8 so near, To strengthen and help yon, Your heart need not fear. Read to me from the Bible. O read to me from the Bitle, For I love each saci'ed word ; , And I often feel when I liear it, That my soul to its deptlis is stirred. Eead of the sweet compassion, Of Him who reigns above ; , . ^ ' Twill l)righten the weary moments, . . And strengthen my faith and love. Kead of tbe many mansions, ; The Saviour has gone to prepare { For His dear waiting children. Whose treasures are laid up there. Read to me slowly and softly, • « 'Twill suit my weakness best ; And I wish to gather the meaning Of thoec words of iM3aco and rest. ' 88 Bead of tlic precious Saviour, Who gave His life that we '• ' ' Poor lielpless fallen creatures, « • Might bo from sin set free. Then turn to the place that tolls ub That God wipes tears away, From the eyes of His dear children, In tlio land of eternal day, Kead too those parts that tell ua, That wc His face shall sec, And all His servants shall serve Him, hi the home of the happy and iifm. Then close the sacred volume, ' . And let me ponder it o'er ; For those truths so sweet and precious ^ > In my heart I wish to store, s; i^v. Vk>'^ They have given mo hope and comfort, ' Tlirough many a trying year • • . Of weakness, pain, and suifering, And still to my heart they are dear. :i» \ A Prayer for God's Servants. Dear Lord remember those. Who stand on Zion's walls And grant that sinners may Kegard their earnest calls. ■Ii Sustain their hearts, I pray, ,^[ Amid their work of love ; And send Thy Spirit down With blessings from above. ■ \ 89 When sinners through Thy word, Are led their state to sec ; The servant's hearts are filled With gratitude to Thee. But 0, when Zion mourns, They have many a trying hour ; And earnestly they pray For thy good Spirit's power. Lord, I pray thee give To them a double share. Of faith, and hope, and love, And lighten every care. Let thy rich blessing, Lord, Their daily stc])s attend ; And when their work is o'er, And life on earth shall end. Then bear their ransomed souls To their sweet home above ; To sing the joyful song. Of Christ's redeeming love. A Prayer for_a Revival. " Wilt Thou not revive us Bgain, Tl»at Tliy people may rejoice in thee ?» Dear Lord, we come to thee to-day, And with a longing heart wo pray, .. i That Thy dear, waiting people may, Jioviving mercy share. O make their hearts rejoice in Thee, Thy power and glory let them see, ' - il May this a time of gladness be, O gracious Lord, we pray. . 00 Lot love aiul union now increa.sc, Ami envy, priilo, and malice cease, Ami make us all to dwell in peace, • As Thy dear children should. May sinners humbly seek Thy face, And share the riches of Thy grace, O hear from Heaven thy dwelling place. Our heart's desires to-day. Come now and let Thy S]»irit's power Doscond in a rcfrcshing shower, () hear the breathings of tliis hour, Dear I^rd, we humbly pray. Thy Zion needs Thy Heavenly aid, And though Thy help may seem delayed, Still, Lord, wo will not Ikj afraid, For Thou wilt hear our i)rayer. Longings. I long to go to the mansions. In the sinless land above j And gaze on the face of Jesus, ^ And feast on His wondrous love. I long to bow with the angels At His dear sacred feet, And praise Him for all His mercy. My joy would be then complete. . I long, I long intensely. To be free from the power of sin ; I am grieving daily and hourly, Because it still dwells within. I long to 1)0 free from suffering, Whero " the inhabiUinta never say Wo are sick," — in the beautiful city That lies at the end of the way. I long to gaze on tlie faces Of those who have gone before, An o 7 /^ J % ^'^\^^^^%> % 'V V L And I know He is thinking of me. .! i >, I'm thinking of Jesus, but had He not thought i Of me first in my folly and sin ; His pardoning mercy I ne'er should have sought And peace would have ne'er dwelt within. But ah ! He had thoughts of compassion and love. When He looked on my poor helpless state, That made Him stoop down from His bright throne To rescue my soul from its fate. [above How great was the mercy that opened a way To set poor imprisoned souls free ! O I'm thinking of Jesus my Saviour to-day, And I'm sure Ho is tliiuking of me. ■*! 94 I'm thinking of Jesus — without Him I know At once 1 should stumble and fall : But now when disheartened and weary I grow For the help Ho has promised I call. I feel that my sins and my follies are great, Still He gives me the place of a child ; *' And one day I shall enter the beautiful gate, Arrayed in a robe undefiled. Then more deeply I'll feel what salvation is worth, And I think that more clearly I'll see That while I v/as thinking of Jesus on earth, He also was thinking of me. . , .• J. I'm thinking of Jesus, and O when I stand On the happy and beautiful shore. With all the rejoicing and glorified band, I shall wish I had thought of Him more. I shall not rt^gret then that in life's early days, I asked Him my weak steps to guide j But I know I'll regret that so oft from His ways, * My poor, foolish heart turned aside. He has borne with my follies for many a year, No friend is so patient as He ; I'm thiriking of Jesus, I know He is near. And always is thinking of me. ,*> I'm thinking of Jesus, it brightens each hour, To think of my Saviour above ; ^' ' '^''^^ ' And I know there is nothing can have any power To sever my soul from His love. I'll sing of His goodness as onward I go, 'Twill lighten the cross that I bear; ;'^. • '^^^-^ . And Jesus will never cast from Him I know, A song from a child of His care. I have many a trial on earth to endure. But soon from them all I'll be free ; I am thinking of Jesus, and O I am sure Ile'U never cease thinking of me. « •ft • * ■■*■* .'% * W '%.