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AUTUMN LEAVES 
 
 FROM 
 
 AN EASTERN MAPLE 
 
 A Collection of Songs and Verses 
 for the Home Folks 
 
 BY ; \ \\i i 
 Mrs. Lucina Moon 
 
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 Copyright 1922 
 By Mrs. Lucina Moon 
 
 PACIFIC UNION COLLEGE PRESS 
 ST. HELENA, CALIF. 
 
'. '• : . •; - ["DEDICATION 
 
 ! i .; ;': .'T-Oi ihe memory 'pf my beloved mother who, though 
 ' ' aiieip' these mcmy "yedrsi yet speaks to me still by her early 
 prayers and counsel; 
 
 TO the dear friends -who have helped me by their kind 
 words of encouragement and assistance; 
 
 cAnd to my dear young people, hoping that in this 
 modest little volume they may find some "word of help or cheer 
 which shall be to them a stepping-stone to the higher life, and 
 that we may each one be ready to answer 'when the "Home 
 Call" shall sound; 
 
 This booklet is 'Dedicated. 
 
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'Twas New Year's morning, and the sky was clouded 
 
 And still o'er all a robe of whiteness shone, 
 For in the night our Father spread a blanket 
 
 O'er field and forest green and bushes prone. 
 O'er muddy places, for the time forgotten. 
 
 Hie frowning crag, the tall ferns bending low, 
 Where tender hands tucked in around the edges 
 
 A lovely mantle of the purest snow. 
 
 All nature on that morning woke rejoicing. 
 
 For how^ could w^e poor mortals fail to see 
 The emblem of pure lives writ out before us. 
 
 So plainly it w^as meant for you and me; 
 A robe of charity spread oe'r our failings, 
 
 A blessing from His hands we all may know 
 That, scarred by sin, unworthy all by nature, 
 
 We may at last be cleansed as w^hite as snow^. 
 
 I wonder if the children in the homeland. 
 
 And they who now^ have grown to manhood's prime. 
 Who year by year this w^ondrous magic ponder 
 
 Have learned its lesson in the w^inter time. 
 Here where so seldom come beautious snow-storms, 
 
 A blessing follow^s as they come and go. 
 O may we all soon learn full well the lesson 
 
 So kindly given in the spotless snow. 
 
 And w^hen w^ith earth the sky itself seems blending 
 
 As 'round us eddy snowflakes in the air. 
 They'll be to us a type of joy unending. 
 
 The bliss and purity we'll have "up there." 
 And though so soon their forms shall melt and vanish. 
 
 Their beauty trodden in the grime below. 
 Yet in our thoughts their lesson sweet w^e'll cherish 
 
 And ask that He may make us "white as snow." 
 
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■;>*iWv^up S^iJpsi 
 
 I love the boys, with their rush and noise, 
 
 And their hearts brimming o'er \vith fun; 
 And their hearty shout on the air rings out 
 
 As from school they homeward run. 
 Such a romping, rollicking lot of boys, 
 
 With their rosy faces, but then 
 We must alw^ays remember, in spite of it all. 
 
 That these boys of ours make men. 
 
 "What shall it be ?" the parents ask, 
 
 As over his couch they bend. 
 
 "Shall he carry the noble burden of work 
 
 For others till time shall end ? 
 Or shall he to those in darkness 
 
 Send the truth with tongue or pen?" 
 We must always remember they w^ill grow up, 
 
 Our boys will surely make men. 
 
 Shall a life of pleasure his soul beguile. 
 
 With no thought of the world's great need? 
 Or with face alight with heavenly smile. 
 
 Fill his life w^ith the kindly deed? 
 There's no room for the sluggard or trifler now^. 
 
 But for honest boys, and then 
 No matter where their ways may lead. 
 
 We'll be glad that our boys made men. 
 
 There are many thorns for the little feet. 
 
 And pitfalls for care-free youth; 
 There are sins that stick in the human heart, 
 
 There are ways of goodness and truth. 
 Which road shall it be? The road of despair? 
 
 Or the road of purity? Then 
 We shall not regret though the years will fly, 
 
 if our boys make noble men. 
 
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TUNE; MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND 
 
 O how my longing heart is stirred 
 By thought of thee, or written w^ord, 
 
 how I long to see again 
 
 Thy verdent hills, my Michigan! 
 Thy mossy banks I oft have pressed, 
 
 In dreams I see them once again 
 And clasp each blossom to my breast 
 
 And sing of thee, my Michigan. 
 
 1 love thy w^oods, thy fields, thy dales, 
 And w^ild flowers blooming in thy vales. 
 Thy sunny slope, and darksome fen, — 
 These, these are thine, fair Michigan! 
 
 I see the waving corn-fields' sheen, 
 
 And ripened sheaves the reapers glean. 
 
 And peace and plenty smile again 
 Upon thy shores, my Michigan! 
 
 The storm-clouds rise with angry thrill. 
 The thunders roar from hill to hill. 
 And mimic rivers through the glen 
 Are dashing now^ in Michigan. 
 Though winters come w^ith coat of snow 
 
 The larder's full, and barns o'erflow; 
 Though winds may roar, our firesides then 
 
 Are all aglow^ in Michigan. 
 
 Thy lakes whose waters clear and bright 
 Are mirrors still by day or night. 
 Thy rivers winding through the land 
 All speak of nature's lavish hand. 
 And though upon thy bosom pressed 
 
 My w^eary feet may never rest. 
 My longing heart will turn again 
 
 And sigh for thee, dear Michigan ! 
 
a5oing J^ome Cosetfier 
 
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 There will be such joy in heaven 
 
 When the saints are gathered home, 
 For we'll go to heav'n together 
 
 When our Saviour bids us come; 
 From the tombs where saints are sleeping 
 
 Shall arise the loved of yore 
 From the valley and the mountain; 
 
 Death can never hold them more. 
 
 Where the mighty billows hid them. 
 
 Rocked to sleep in ocean's breast, 
 God has had them in His keeping, 
 
 And He knows their place of rest; 
 From their graves we'll see them rising. 
 
 With their robes so white and fair; 
 And we all shall meet together, 
 
 With our Saviour in the air. 
 
 Angels flying swiftly earthward. 
 
 Gladly go on loving quest. 
 Bring our little ones now sleeping. 
 
 Lay them on their mother's breast; 
 So we'll see our deeur ones gathered, 
 
 And to meet them we shall rise; 
 Then we'll all go home together 
 
 To the flelds of Paradise. 
 
 'Cfie <l^xpettcir OBuejit 
 
 Often as I set the table 
 
 I have placed an extra plate 
 
 For the one who sometimes cometh 
 Though his coming may be late. 
 
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Sometimes comes a weary pilgrim 
 Worn with burdens of the day, 
 
 And the extra plate seems cheering 
 As he rests beside the way. 
 
 Sometimes young and full of vigor, 
 Far from friends and loved ones' cot, 
 
 Still they come and at our table 
 Find an ever welcome spot. 
 
 Young or old, it does not matter; 
 
 Just the need of homely cheer 
 Is what counts around our table — 
 
 All they get by coming here. 
 
 And the thought to me seems joyful 
 That though plain our fare may be. 
 
 The dear Master when He cometh 
 Owns, "Ye did it unto Me." 
 
 So upon our table often 
 
 You may see the extra plate; 
 
 Rich or poor, they're always welcome 
 Come they soon or come they late. 
 
 Protecteb 
 
 How many times, we cannot tell, 
 
 God's angels intervene 
 And press the powers of darkness back. 
 
 While they step in betw^een. 
 
 And many times our fates w^ere sealed. 
 
 If 'twere not for His care. 
 Which holds the threatened danger off. 
 
 Us mortals poor to spare. 
 
 How many times, God only knows; 
 
 Our times are in His hands, 
 And angels watching over us 
 
 Are doing His commands. 
 
Come listen to my story, little children one and all, 
 
 I will tell you of the years of long ago; 
 Of a home amid the wild-wood, where the sugar- 
 maples tall 
 Yield sweets that those whoVe tasted only know. 
 Where the stories told beside the fire in that log cabin 
 home 
 Held memories dear to those who listened there; 
 And though years might come and vanish, still we'd 
 wrish no more to roam. 
 But would gladly meet around that old armchair. 
 
 There was father bright and happy with his stores of 
 life and fun, 
 And our gentle mother with the loving face; 
 And the children did the group complete when once 
 the wrork w^as done, 
 And we gathered in the same accustomed place. 
 O, then we sang full many a song with all the old time 
 vim 
 Until the time for evening prayer and rest. 
 Then in the dear old trundle-bed our mother tucked 
 us in 
 With gentle hands, and lips on forehead pressed. 
 
 Those happy days have passed away, but ne'er can I 
 forget 
 That gentle touch upon my lip and brow; 
 The loving voice which taught me then, its memorieis 
 linger yet 
 Though frosts of age my hair is whitening now. 
 That darling mother long ago was laid away to rest. 
 
 But o'er my life a radiant light is shed 
 When mother kissed a fond good night and clasped 
 me to her breast, 
 Then tucked me in the dear old trundle-bed. 
 
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<!^ur jlflSountam ^omt 
 
 Years ago my heart was yearning 
 
 For a place to rest my feet; 
 For a cot where night's returning 
 Brought the home fire, brightly burning; 
 And w^here kin, earth's pleasures spurning. 
 
 Sought our home for joys so sw^eet. 
 
 And one day my prayer w^as offered 
 To the One whence help can come; 
 
 And my weary feet were guided 
 
 To a place of rest, unchided, 
 
 And the happy hours glided 
 Softly in our pleasant home. 
 
 Yes, He led us to the mountains. 
 
 Out from weariness to rest; 
 Led us w^here sw^eet flow^ers were blooming. 
 Wild birds, too, their love-notes crooning. 
 And grand waterfalls were booming. 
 
 To the place we love the best. 
 
 Yonder lies a quiet valley 
 
 Hedged around by giant hills; 
 Canyon deep, w^ith ferns and mosses. 
 Where the sunlight scarcely crosses. 
 And the limpid w^ater tosses, 
 
 Sparkling in a thousand rills. 
 
 And close by a humble cottage 
 Meurks the place we call our home; 
 
 All around sweet flow^ers are springing. 
 
 Nature's charms forever bringing. 
 
 And each day my heart is singing. 
 And I wish no more to roam. 
 
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Comfort 
 
 "Let not your hearts be troubled," 
 
 We hear the Master say 
 As down the rugged pathway 
 
 We press our weary way. 
 And hearts bowed down with sorrow 
 
 Can see the silver sheen 
 All lightened with His glory, 
 
 Though dark clouds intervene. 
 
 **ril come agadn," the Master, 
 
 To His disciples said, 
 "To quickly change the living, 
 
 And awake the sleeping dead. 
 In clouds of brightest glory. 
 
 Attended by the train 
 Of all the holy angels, 
 
 I'll surely come again." 
 
 We place the silent sleepers 
 
 Within their lowly bed; 
 We cover up the casket, 
 
 While bows the drooping head; 
 We mark each tiny grass-mound. 
 
 And leave them there to wEiit, 
 But knowing He who careth 
 
 Will surely come, though late. 
 
 A little moment only 
 
 Shall death in triumph reign. 
 When with a shout of rapture 
 
 Our Lord will come again. 
 O, then in joyful greeting 
 
 We'll clasp our loved once more. 
 And sin and death forever 
 
 Shall vanish from that shore. 
 
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Sometimes the night seems dark. 
 
 Groping I go; 
 Dangers surround my way, 
 
 And clouds bend low; 
 But hark! a loving voice 
 
 Whispers to me, 
 "Trust me, O lonely one. 
 
 Thy path I see." 
 
 1 do not know the way. 
 
 Unless He guide. 
 And trusting Him each day. 
 
 No ills betide. 
 Unless He seeth best; 
 
 His love so dear, 
 Guides me each lonely hour; 
 
 He*s always near. 
 
 And when temptations come. 
 
 As come they must, 
 He leaves me not alone. 
 
 For Him 1 trust. 
 Through sickness, doubt, and fear 
 
 His hand holds me; 
 So through life's devious ways 
 
 His child rd be. 
 
 And though the darkness come. 
 
 Trusting Him still, 
 I'll rest content in Him, 
 
 Doing His will. 
 Though Christ I cannot see, , 
 
 He holds my hand, 
 And when the morning breaks, 
 
 I'll understand. 
 
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TUNE: MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND 
 
 My Father's home is fair and bright, 
 No winters chill or summers blight, 
 No sickness, sorrow, grief or pains 
 Can reach the place where Jesus reigns; 
 
 And w^hen upon thy shore 1 stand 
 And thrills my soul w^ith glad delight 
 rU join with angels pure and bright 
 
 And sing of thee, my heaven land. 
 
 With wondrous love the Saviour came 
 To this lost race in sin and shame; 
 He lived that w^e His life might see. 
 He died that w^e might ransomed be; 
 
 And when upon the cloud so grand 
 His form is seen, so radiant then, 
 Hell surely say, "IVe come again, 
 
 To take you home to heaven land." 
 
 Old earth's dark night will soon be past. 
 And Eden's bloom will come at last; 
 The pearly gates w^ill open w^ide 
 And in God's presence we'll abide; 
 
 And as I clasped some loved one's hand, 
 As happy days glide gently by 
 Without a tear or doubt or sigh, 
 
 I'll talk of thee, my heaven land. 
 
 O Father, grant my earnest plea, 
 That those whom thou hast given me 
 Thine own shall be in that great day. 
 When sin and death shall pass away; 
 
 And when before thy throne I stand. 
 And clasp my loved ones to my heart, 
 Where dear ones never more shall part. 
 
 Thy praise we'll sing in heaven land. 
 
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"Tell me stowies," lisped the toddlers, 
 As they climbed upon my knee; 
 
 "Tell us 'bout the manger Baby 
 When He was a child like me." 
 
 So I told the old, old story 
 
 Of the Babe of Bethlehem, 
 How w^ithin a manger lying 
 
 He was sought by w^ise old men; 
 
 How their precious gifts they offered 
 To the babe w^ho slumbered there. 
 
 And their meed of praise was proffered 
 To the Child so sweet and fair. 
 
 And I told them how the shepherds, 
 As they watched their flocks by night. 
 
 Heard the blessed angel's message 
 Telling them of Christ our light. 
 
 Who should bring to us redemption 
 From our load of grief and sin; 
 
 And by Him a door was opened. 
 All w^ho w^ould might enter in; 
 
 How they hastened then to find Him 
 Where the angels bade them go; 
 
 And they praised their heavenly Father 
 When they found these things were so. 
 
 Then I told them how an angel 
 Said to Joseph, "Haste, arise! 
 
 Flee to Egypt, for there's danger 
 Lurking 'neath your native skies." 
 
 So they hastened to the refuge 
 
 Pointed out by angel voice; 
 And though fleeing, yet His watch-care 
 
 Ever made their hearts rejoice. 
 
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All the way from youth to manhood. 
 How we loved His life to trace! 
 
 Of the miracles I told them, 
 
 And His wondrous love and grace. 
 
 But the best of all, the children 
 
 Loved the tales of Galilee, 
 Where Christ called the lusty fishers 
 
 His disciples there to be ; 
 
 And the story of the tempest. 
 
 How He stilled the mighty wave 
 
 When from sleep He w^as aw^akened, 
 His disciples' lives to save; 
 
 And one day when tired and w^eary. 
 
 Sitting on the mountain side. 
 How the mothers brought their children. 
 
 Craved His help their feet to guide. 
 
 How they loved the stories told them 
 Of the Saviour's love and care. 
 
 When He blessed the little children 
 Who were brought before Him there. 
 
 And he clasped them to His bosom — 
 Little children, bowing low — 
 
 While He laid His hands upon them. 
 Blessed them, for He loved them so. 
 
 And He said,**Allow the children, 
 And forbid them not to come; 
 
 For of such as these my kingdom. 
 Help them reach my happy home." 
 
 And at last the sad, sad story 
 
 Of the cross of Calvary, too ; 
 How He prayed for those who slew Him, 
 
 "For they know not what they do." 
 
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Our dear Lord is now arisen 
 
 From the grave, and lives again. 
 
 From His home in highest heaven. 
 He is pleading still for men. 
 
 But before He went, He told them: 
 
 "Be not troubled, sons of men. 
 To prepare for you I'm going, 
 
 And I'll surely come again." 
 
 Childish eyes grew bright with wonder 
 
 As I told these words of cheer. 
 Let us each prepare to meet Him, 
 
 For His coming now draws near. 
 
 '^0 a Jifesiionarp'g 2?ribe 
 
 [TO I. L. J.] 
 
 Out from thy home sweet and tender 
 
 Go you a bride today; 
 Out and aw^ay from the dear ones. 
 
 Nor can we bid thee stay. 
 
 Go, for the call of the Master 
 
 Bids you to seek and to save! 
 Go with the one. whom thou lovest, 
 
 Go, for God*s Son He gave. 
 
 Bind up the broken-hearted. 
 
 Hasten the call to heed; 
 Say to the heavy-laden, 
 
 We have a rest indeed. 
 
 Go, and may God be with you. 
 
 And when the victory's w^on, 
 Ma> you have gained sheaves for the Master, 
 
 And hear the glad "Well done." 
 
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'Ctie Part o' Hje Wa^i 
 
 I saw a stricken mother bend 
 
 Low o'er her babe w^ith anguished brow, 
 A whispered prayer to heaven send 
 
 For strength to bear what comes, — e'en now 
 I see the color fade and go, 
 
 The sweet eyes close, while still she prays; 
 And then I whisper sad and low, 
 
 "Thou'st come to the part o' the ways." 
 
 And one I saw in early youth 
 
 Leave parents kind, the w^orld to roam; 
 With heart brimful of love and true 
 
 To make his way he leaves his home; 
 His sheltered childhood left behind, 
 
 He thinks e'en in these early days, 
 "The world is bright, and 1 shall find 
 
 Much joy at the part o* the ways-" 
 
 Says one w^ho long the world had tried 
 
 And found its gains like bubbles fair. 
 Its joy elusive, "Woe betide 
 
 The one who trusts its baleful snare.'* 
 Footsore and weary lone and sad, 
 
 "Take all you've given," — His head he lays 
 On mother earth's fond breast, so glad 
 
 He's come to the part o* the ways. 
 
 O in this gladsome hour of spring. 
 
 When pleasure lures and beckons you 
 To join in folly's Maddening sw^ing, 
 
 To early precepts, O be true! 
 That when the time — as come it must — 
 
 Shall come to you at end of days. 
 Your heart can safely in Him truat. 
 
 Who led at the part o' the ways. 
 
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Toyon berries by the roadside 
 
 Promise give of Christmas cheer; 
 Forest trees in brown and golden 
 
 Speak of winter almost here; 
 Squirrels frisk and birds fly swiftly 
 
 Gathering up their winter store; 
 E'en the chipmunks, saucy fellows. 
 
 Seem to say, "The summer's o'er." 
 
 Fragrant pine and manzanita, 
 
 And the graceful fir trees tall. 
 Grand madrone and rugged live-oak, 
 
 Cheer me, for I love them all. 
 Far below us stretch the valleys 
 
 Robed this morn in pearly white. 
 Like the billows of the ocean 
 
 With their whitecaps soft and bright. 
 
 Here and there as on we journey, 
 
 From the mist the heads arise 
 Of the low^er range of mountains. 
 
 Peering upward toward the skies. 
 And in fancy I look dow^nward 
 
 On old ocean's romp and roar, 
 And I seem to see strong sw^immers 
 
 Batding hard to reach the shore. 
 
 But as down the road we're winding, 
 
 Lost is dream of swimmer bold; 
 For the scene is ever changing. 
 
 Open glade or mountain hold. 
 Till at last my tired palfrey 
 
 Slow descends to valley's rim. 
 And a wondrous panorama 
 
 Greets my eyes, no clouds to dim. 
 
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Just before to chgurm the vision 
 
 Stretches out the changeful scene. 
 Lowly cot and goodly mansion, 
 
 While green meadows lie between; 
 And at eve as homeward wending 
 
 Up the mountain's grand old height. 
 Purple haze enwrapping valley 
 
 Seems to breathe a soft "good night." 
 
 Tis a saying of old unfailing and true 
 
 "Let us do with our might what our hands find to do," 
 
 For this is the work time, no other I'll see 
 
 That can bring such rich blessings to me. 
 
 The world's harvest waits, while the dreamers sleep on. 
 
 Unmindful that many to ruin have gone 
 
 Who might have been saved had he waked to this 
 
 thought, 
 And no half-hearted service had wrought. 
 
 There is joy in the service of doing our best. 
 There are great opportunities waiting our quest; 
 Let this be our motto as long as we live, 
 "No half-hezurted service I'll give." 
 
 The "loud cry" is sounding. The ranks let us fill! 
 Hasten on, looking upward, each doing His wrilll 
 There are evils to shun, but a heaven's in view. 
 And naught but true service will do. 
 
 With a steady persistence, press on toward the gates; 
 For beyond them the joy of eternity waits. 
 And the ones whom the King in His beauty shall see 
 No half-hearted Christians will be. 
 
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3! Clnoto /^ot 
 
 I know not, Lord, how dark the night 
 Through which my feet may grope; 
 
 But this I know^, Thou art my light, 
 Thy word my only hope. 
 
 I know^ not. Lord, the devious paths 
 O'er which my way may tend ; 
 
 But this I know, thy w^ord is sure; 
 ThouUt keep me to the end. 
 
 I know not. Lord, what I can do 
 To haste this message sw^eet; 
 
 But, Lord, I consecrate my all. 
 And rest in thee, complete. 
 
 And then w^hate'er Thou hast for me 
 
 Of changes, I'll abide. 
 In storm or calm, in shade or sun. 
 
 Safe sheltered by Thy side. 
 
 And when the sheaves are garnered in, 
 
 And Thou, my Lord, dost come. 
 May I be numbered with the blest 
 Who hear the glad "Well done." 
 
 M String of Pearl? 
 
 Thou sawest me a little babe 
 
 When life began on Time's rough sea. 
 And thou dids't hear my first faint cry, 
 
 O heart of love, and cared'st for me; 
 My soul from tiny atom spoke, 
 And in Thy book my members wrote. 
 
 Psalms 139:16 
 
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A child so full of faults was I, 
 
 And early orphaned; who could be 
 
 A friend to guide my steps aright? — 
 No other friend so good as He 
 
 Who hears the ravens when they cry, 
 
 Nor lack they aught who to him fly. 
 
 Psalms 147:9 
 
 Through gloom of night my cry arose 
 
 To Him who rules. The way seemed dark. 
 
 No hand outstretched to aid seemed near. 
 No mother's love, the thorns were sharp ; 
 
 Though father, mother, thee forsake. 
 
 The Lord thy cause will undertake. 
 
 Psalms 27:10 
 
 Years pass, and earthly pleasures lure 
 
 And beckon on in ways of sin 
 Till, lo, a voice from out the night 
 
 Whispers, "O let thy Saviour in." 
 When Satan caused my feet to slide 
 The Lord was listening when I cried. 
 
 Psalms 94:18 
 
 Temptations strong may to us come; 
 
 Close sheltered by the Rock we hide; 
 No storm can wreck or tempest drown 
 
 If close w^e stay at his dear side; 
 Tempted and tried that we, through Him 
 May help to save lost souls from sin. 
 
 1 Peter 2:21; Heb. 2:18 
 
 Now^, as the darkening shadow^s fall. 
 
 Through storm or calm, where'er I rove, 
 O'er desert drear or mountain wild, 
 
 1 feel Thy hand and know Thy love, 
 Thy ioving kindness, O, so free. 
 And with that love Thou drawest me. 
 
 Jer. 31:3 
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Bt Ci)c M^^ttfi iFcet 
 
 There is work and toil in the day's hard moil, 
 
 And time rolls faster and faster; 
 But the day is blest when the evening's rest 
 
 Is spent at the feet of the Master. 
 
 O the wear and tear of the load of care 
 
 That so many bear in their anguish! 
 Could they know their Guide as He walks beside, 
 
 No more in sorrow^ they'd languish. 
 
 O how sweet the day, when beside the rough way 
 Are some w^e can help w^hile w^e cheer them; 
 
 Though our ow^n courage lacks, w^e have not on our 
 backs 
 A load, for there's One who will bear them. 
 
 So as onward we go 'mid the rain or the snow. 
 Through drought and all kinds of weather. 
 
 No storm will we fear, while the Master is near, 
 And the desert is blooming with heather. 
 
 And though dark shadows come, we are nearing our 
 home. 
 
 Though clouds gather thicker and faster; 
 Still the joy will be sweet, when at His blessed feet 
 
 We shall lay down our sheaves for the Master. 
 
 Compensiation 
 
 Sometimes my heart is sad and weary 
 
 Of this world of sin; 
 I long for that bright home where sorrow 
 
 Cannot enter in; 
 And then the thought comes softly stealing. 
 
 If we faithful prove. 
 We soon shall enter bliss immortal. 
 
 Crowned with Jesus' love. 
 
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Chorus : 
 
 We long to see Him coming; 
 
 We'll watch and work and pray; 
 We'll faithful prove the Saviour's love. 
 
 Then praise through endless day. 
 Sometimes a cloud of darkness hovers 
 
 O'er our w^eary way, 
 And like a pall shuts out the sunlight 
 
 Of earth's brightest day; 
 Yet every cloud that thus enfolds us, 
 
 Is for help allowed — 
 A silver lining shines the brightest 
 
 'Neath the darkest cloud. 
 Then let us fix our thoughts on heaven, 
 
 And the glories there. 
 Our lamps well trimmed and brightly burning 
 
 With a radiance fair. 
 We'll help to lift our fallen brothers 
 
 And our sisters dear, 
 And then with them we'll greet our Saviour 
 
 When he shall appear. 
 
 Higlft Comet!) 
 
 On a sick-bed low, in a cottage lone, 
 
 Where the wind and the rain are beating, 
 I lie and look at the dark, dark clouds, 
 
 And watch the rain's white sheeting. 
 And lo, in the w^est a strip appears 
 
 Of the Eizure blue of heaven. 
 And the storm-king flies before the breeze 
 
 As a ship by tempest driven. 
 So it may be now, though the clouds seem dark. 
 
 And the way seems dreary ever, 
 Still the light may come, and my life flow on 
 
 Like a bright and shining river. 
 
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^ije <!5reat Consiumation 
 
 "aULD LANG SYNE* REVISED 
 
 O weary ones, lift up your heads, 
 
 Salvations near at hand; 
 The Saviour soon with open arms 
 
 Shall greet His faithful band. 
 Then troubles deep and trials sore 
 
 Our souls shall not oppress. 
 But life immortal, joys untold. 
 
 Shall then our spirits bless. 
 Chorus: Then hail our glorious coming Lord, 
 
 Ye saints. His praises sing. 
 We'll greet Him soon, if faithful here; 
 
 All hail, our coming King! 
 O lonely ones, your vision cast 
 
 On yonder bright abode. 
 Where Jesus lives to intercede 
 
 For His precious blood. 
 For very soon the angel band 
 
 With Jesus as their head 
 Will come to change the living and 
 
 To w^ake the sleeping dead. 
 No longer lonely and oppressed, 
 
 No more of sighs and tears. 
 But Jesus comes, the one who died 
 
 And lives through endless years. 
 O shout for joy, ye sons of men. 
 
 Our Saviour's coming soon! 
 Get ready now to meet your Lord 
 
 And cast aw^ay all gloom. 
 The ones who soon in peace shall meet 
 
 Their glorious coming Lord 
 In robes of righteousness shall shine. 
 
 Their lives of one accord; 
 Upon their lips no guile is found, 
 
 All spotless, pure and bright; 
 They wait salvation from above. 
 
 Redemption from earth's night. 
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Motiftvkii 
 
 No one lists to hear the footsteps 
 
 As they patter down the hall, 
 No one watches as the sunshine 
 
 Throws its shadows on the wall, 
 No one talks to us at eventime 
 
 And smoothes each sleepy head, 
 For the one w^ho used to care for us is dead. 
 
 No one comes to us and helps us 
 When the load seems hard to bear, 
 
 There is no one like a mother 
 On this earth our w^oes to share, 
 
 And no gentle voice like mother's 
 Warns us when we go astray 
 
 And so kindly points us to the better way. 
 
 But her loving face has vanished 
 
 And my heart is sad tonight, 
 For I miss her loving hand-touch 
 
 And her step so soft and light; 
 And the years stretch out so wearily 
 
 Since she w^as laid aw^ay, 
 And I miss her gentle voice the livelong day. 
 
 When the morning breaks in heaven 
 
 I shall see my mother's face; 
 There will be no veil between us 
 
 In that holy, happy place; 
 And the clouds that darkened all my life 
 
 Shall never grieve me then. 
 And I'll have my darling mother back again. 
 
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31ust Writt a Hetter #ome 
 
 The children all are scattered 
 
 Who round our board each day, 
 A merry group were gathered. 
 
 And time drags slow away. 
 For now no more their faces 
 
 Around our hearthstone come; 
 So oft the word goes, "Children dear, 
 
 Do write a letter home." 
 
 The mother says, "Just hitch up. 
 
 And soon I'll ready be, 
 For we shall get a letter, 
 
 It surely seems to me; 
 For many days have flitted 
 
 Since news to us has come; 
 Tm sure did they but think, they'd try 
 
 To write a letter home." 
 
 He hastes w^ith look so anxious 
 To meet her on the way, 
 
 "And did you get the letters 
 
 We've looked for many a day?" 
 "Not one " — with face so sober, 
 "I thought, some new^s w^ould come; 
 
 I'll w^rite again and tell them how^ 
 We long for them at home." 
 
 If they could see the sadness, 
 
 'Twould move them at the sight, 
 'Tw^ould stop the hands so busy, 
 
 And they'd take time to write. 
 Their steps are growing slower, 
 
 The time w^ill surely come 
 When you'll be glad if you'v not failed 
 
 To write to those at home. 
 
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Cf)e O^arben m ifact anb ifancj^ 
 
 Come out in the garden, dearie, 
 
 Let me show you around; 
 Here where the flowers are blooming. 
 
 List to the musical sound 
 Of humming-birds flying swiftly, 
 
 See the lilies bend low. 
 Hear campanula bells tinkle 
 
 Softly, as onw^ard w^e go. 
 
 Look at these border-pink blossoms — 
 
 Pick a bouquet if you will — 
 There w^here the merry bees gather 
 
 Busily getting their fill. 
 Stop at that row of carnations; 
 
 Sw^eet is their fragrance 1 know^. 
 This is the young people's verdict, 
 
 "Sweetest of flowers that grow." 
 
 Petunias, those are, and so hardy, 
 
 So winsome and constant, you see 
 They bloom in the shine or in shadow; 
 
 Like them, ever faithful I'd be. 
 And pansies lift up their bright faces, 
 
 Most roguish of flowers are they; 
 Their saucy heads nodding and beck'ning 
 
 Reminds one of children at play. 
 
 Do see that long row^ of iris! 
 In royal colors are they, 
 
 Standing like true knights and loyal 
 Each dressed in a kingly array. 
 
 Hollyhocks here, of all colors- 
 How could we slight them so long! 
 
 For in an old-fashioned garden 
 Surely these flowers belong. 
 
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Gaillardias flaunt their bright colors 
 
 An ear to my kitchen door, 
 And roses their fragrance blending 
 
 With all the dear flowers of yore. 
 So we shall see them in fancy 
 
 For many have faded and gone, 
 And only in mem'ry they'll greet me. 
 
 So cheerful at early dawn. 
 
 Hlmosit ^omt 
 
 Do you know the night is coming, 
 
 Night of sin and bitter woe. 
 When you see the daylight failing 
 
 And you know not where to go? 
 Can you read the signs portending 
 
 That the hour is drawing near 
 When our bark will cast its anchor? — 
 
 Soon the Master will appear. 
 
 Do you hear the voice which calls you 
 
 Pleading now in tender love? 
 Come w^hile mercy's gate is open. 
 
 Set your heart on things above. 
 For the things of earth will vanish 
 
 All will fade and pass away. 
 But the love of God is faithful 
 
 And endures through endless day. 
 
 Though we hear the billows roaring 
 
 'Round us on the sea of life, 
 We can know He'll guide us ever 
 
 Through the storm and through the strife. 
 If w^e put our trust in Jesus, 
 
 Love and trust Him more and more. 
 Soon we'll leave earth's cares and sorrows 
 And we'll reach the heavenly shore. 
 
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^omtiitk 
 
 Far, far away in the land of my birth. 
 
 Thought in fancy strays 
 
 Where the woodland shadow^ plays. 
 Though I have wandered so far o'er the esurth 
 
 Spending many weary days, 
 Music of the fields is calling me to come; 
 
 Autumn's tinged the leaves in my childhood's 
 happy home; 
 
 Fain would I go thy dear pathways to roam 
 Sheltered from life's busy hum. 
 
 When death's dark shadow my young life o'ercast. 
 
 Quick to nature's heart 
 
 I fled from earth apart. 
 She with soft breezes my hot cheek caressed 
 
 Soothing me with gentlest art. 
 Softly cooing notes of the songster in the glade, 
 
 Murm'ring of the leaves where squirrels romped 
 and played. 
 
 Breath of the wood where the sweet violet hid. 
 All to nature lent their aid. 
 
 So when the shadows around me do steal 
 
 Quickly my thoughts do stray 
 
 To the woodland far away, 
 Longing once more at thy dear shrine to kneel 
 
 As in childhood's happy day. 
 Oh, when shades of evening around my life 
 are cast 
 
 Calling me to rest from my burden or my task 
 
 On thy fond bosom, my longing all past. 
 Sweetly may I sleep at last. 
 
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Mv ^naxhian Hngel 
 
 In childhood's day our mother's love 
 
 Sheltered her nestlings from the wrong, 
 Shielded, corrected, guided true. 
 
 Lightened our days with happy song; 
 And though our wayward feet oft stayed 
 
 From paths serene in pleasure's quest. 
 My mother's voice in accents mild 
 
 Would say," My child, this way is best." 
 
 In youth's fleet time no mother's hand 
 
 Was left to guide on life's rough way, 
 And voice of siren urged my steps. 
 
 Luring in the paths from right to stray. 
 My guardian angel oft w^ould come 
 
 And point my eyes to home of rest 
 And gently take my hand and say, 
 
 "This way, this way is always best." 
 
 While yet adow^n the path I trod. 
 
 Pleasures of earth my w^ay beset 
 Till thoughts of heaven seemed banished quite 
 
 Amid the whirl, could I forget? 
 Ah no, the voice in tender tones 
 
 Spoke of a haven w^here is rest 
 And then of chasm escaped and said, 
 
 "The upward way is always best." 
 
 The way is long, my weary feet 
 
 Have often stumbled, and my heart 
 Has often bled with arrows pierced. 
 
 Still, striving to do well my part, 
 I onward press, though round me lie 
 
 Sin's pitfalls which my soul distressed 
 For angel guide still whispers low, 
 
 "This w^ay, this way is always best." 
 
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And when yon skies shall open wide 
 
 As upward turns my raptured gaze 
 And thousands of th' angelic host 
 
 Shall thrill my soul w^ith glad amaze. 
 And in their midst my Saviour's form 
 
 Be met in glory by the blest. 
 My guardian angel then will say, 
 
 "This way brings joy and endless rest.' 
 
 33n tfje S^oofes 
 
 An idle word, by random dropped 
 
 I fain would call it back ; 
 But it is gone and other ones 
 
 Still flocking on its track. 
 O angel, with the pen of fire. 
 
 How^ many idle w^ords 
 Have been set dow^n against my name. 
 
 Thy book of truth records! 
 
 And angry w^ords, a solemn train, 
 
 And bitter sinful ones. 
 Till black the list grows as I gaze; 
 
 My ow^n undoing comes. 
 The angel's eyes seem sad, but still 
 
 His records faithful keep. 
 Nothing left out, a fearful list 
 
 With which my God to meet. 
 
 O heavenly Father, for His sake 
 
 Who died for sinful me. 
 My w^icked w^ords, my every act 
 
 Of dark iniquity, 
 Blot from Thy books, and in their place 
 
 Write "Pardoned," O my God! 
 Then shall I feel, not guilt, but grace, 
 
 Saved by His precious blood. 
 
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O^nlp M Cramp 
 
 Only a tramp, a poor old tramp. 
 
 Wounded to death he lay, 
 While the train went by with rush and roar. 
 
 Hurrying on its way. 
 
 Tenderly lift the broken form. 
 
 And smooth the hair from his brow; 
 
 Remember a mother once fondled the hands 
 So cold and pulseless now. 
 
 Only a tramp, yet we cannot know 
 
 The w^ays that his feet have trod. 
 Temptation's fierce power that brought him here, 
 
 Dead on the roadway sod. 
 
 Some day a reckoning time w^ill come, 
 
 Heart-secrets will come to light, 
 And it may be then his record shall stand 
 
 Not sinful, but pure and w^hite. 
 
 Lay him aw^ay, and drop a tear 
 
 For the mother we have not known; 
 
 Scatter some flow^ers upon his bier, 
 And silently leave him alone. 
 
 To sleep and rest till the trump shall call; 
 
 On earth's loving breast to lie. 
 With the verdant woodland leaves for a pall. 
 
 And over him bending the sky. 
 
 Spring time's coming, see the bulblets 
 
 Lift their dainty heads and smile, 
 All the woods are full of music 
 
 And our hearts are glad the while. 
 
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Ccsteb 
 
 The year had been a trial time 
 
 With accidents and sickness, 
 No crop was ours at harvest time, 
 
 Nor purse of any thickness, 
 And duns were coming, not a few, 
 
 And naught had we to pay with; 
 And though for us plain fare would do. 
 
 Our stock had naught to stay w^ith. 
 
 ' 'Tis surely looking desperate," 
 
 I thought at early w^aking; 
 There's One our cause will undertake, 
 
 And then my Bible taking, 
 I turn and read His promise sure; 
 
 He w^ho on God relieth 
 Shall know his watch-care shall endure. 
 
 Who all our need supplieth. 
 
 And sure enough the w^herew^ithall 
 
 Was given us w^hen needed. 
 And so I knew He heard my call 
 
 And all my cries were heeded. 
 But, like His people long ago 
 
 My faith He surely tested. 
 Then manna sent us here below 
 
 Until in Him I rested. 
 
 But winter storms were cold and chill, 
 
 And cot had seams a plenty 
 Through which wind whistled at its will 
 
 And granery was empty. 
 The need was great, my strength so small; 
 
 His word came then to try me, 
 Lo, through His strength I can do all; 
 
 His grace will help, supply me. 
 
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So, as I go from day to day 
 
 A feast is spread before me. 
 And as I journey on my way 
 
 His loving hand is o'er me. 
 Thus, He to me His kindness shows. 
 
 My pathway grows the clearer. 
 For all our need He surely knows 
 
 And heaven itself is nearer. 
 
 TUNE: COME THOU FOUNT 
 
 List the notes of joy and gladness, 
 
 Signs foretell the Lord is near. 
 Banish every thought of sadness. 
 
 Silence every doubt and fear; 
 Long has been the night of darkness, 
 
 Long our hearts been filled with dread; 
 Soon the Saviour's voice resounding 
 
 Calls the living, wakes the dead. 
 
 Hasten on, O day of brightness! 
 
 Help us, Lord, our work to do, 
 That in purest robes of whiteness 
 
 We be found, when called to go; 
 Lest our weary feet should falter. 
 
 Keep us. Lord, from day to day; 
 Never let our courage languish, 
 
 Guide us in the narrow way. 
 
 Beauteous clouds of dainty hue. 
 
 Sail, fairy ships, in heaven's own blue. 
 
 Sail on, your message sweet to bear 
 To all the people everywhere. 
 
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tope 
 
 [TO E. AND H.] 
 
 A tiny blossom loaned a little while, 
 
 A gem of priceless worth to mortals given. 
 
 Another babe, whose love the hours begile, 
 Is from the parent arms so quickly riven. 
 
 We lay it gently in its narrow bed, 
 
 Bedew with tears each blossom overstrewn 
 
 And leave it for the angel w^atchers there. 
 Yes, faithfully they'll guard the silent tomb. 
 
 Oh mother, weep not o'er the loved one gone 
 Who w^as called to rest in infancy so sw^eet. 
 
 The sin and toil and dangers of life's path 
 Has now escaped. Low rest the little feet. 
 
 Oh angel of the Lord, w^atch w^ell the tomb; 
 
 And when from dusty beds the saints shall rise, 
 Its little form clad in immortal bloom 
 
 Shall then be carried through the glowing skies. 
 
 A mother then, triumphant over death. 
 Shall in her loving arms her babe enfold ; 
 
 As angel guard restores it to her breast 
 
 She'll join the songs w^hich never more grow old. 
 
 Cije 3bp of Mv ^orb 
 
 I have heard of a city of light. 
 
 With its streets made of glittering gold, 
 
 Of the angels in garments of white. 
 
 And the songs that will never grow old; 
 
 There fresh glories unfold in that city of gold. 
 But the joy of my Lord will be mine. 
 
 O'er the lambs I have brought to His fold. 
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I have heard of a country so fair 
 
 With its hills and its valleys of green 
 
 Covered over with flowers so rare, 
 
 While the River of Life flows between; 
 
 There the tree on the shore giveth life evermore, 
 But the greatest of joys will be mine, 
 
 In the souls I have led to that shore. 
 
 Let them sing of the fruits and the flowers. 
 And the mansions so beautious and grand, 
 
 Let them tell of the joys that await 
 Those that enter Emmanuel's land; 
 
 But the wonder will be that my Lord should use me, 
 A poor sinner, to help some lost soul 
 
 Share the joys of that beautiful land. 
 
 Co a 2?rftre 
 
 [TO A. L. c] 
 
 Nae gift o' gold or siller hae I to gie 
 Only a wee bit rhymin*, gie I thee. 
 
 'What shall it be?" was my earnest thought 
 As I wrought with my hands each day, 
 
 * What can I give to express my love 
 For the one w^ho is going away?" 
 
 Of precious gifts of silver or gold 
 
 My purse has a meager store, 
 But my heart yearns sadly for the one who goes 
 
 Mayhap to return no more. 
 
 I have naught to give but a loving heart, 
 
 And a prayer that your life be blest. 
 And the wish that the angels watch over you 
 
 As you go on your loving quest. 
 
 To seek out the w^anderers for w^hom Christ died, 
 And I — glad, though with tear-dimmed eye — 
 
 Relinquish all claims of a lowlier sort, 
 And bid you a fond good bye. 
 
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Come, Horb Slegug* 
 
 We long for the time when our Lord shall appear 
 
 And say to His ransomed ones, " Come." 
 Then freed from all sorrow and trouble and fear 
 
 We'll live in our heavenly home. 
 He'll take us to dw^ell in those mansions so fair, 
 
 To live in that w^onderful place; 
 We'll gaze on the flowers with fragrance so rare 
 
 And rest in His tender embrace. 
 
 We long for the time w^hen earth's warfare shall cease, 
 
 When sickness and death are no more; 
 When friend meets with friend in that haven of peace 
 
 And partings and dangers are o'er. 
 Oh, hasten the time when the work shall be done! 
 
 The message to men shall be given; 
 And millions be gathered from earth's harvest field 
 
 To enter the kingdom of heaven. 
 
 My heart ever longs for the ''Land o' the Leal** 
 
 Where Jesus our Lord we shall see; 
 The one w^ho in gentleness lifted me up, 
 
 Whose body was broken for me. 
 In tender compassion He'll look on me there 
 
 And say, "Enter into My rest." 
 With sheaves for the Master, His kingdom to share 
 
 We'll dwell in that home of the blest. 
 
 In deep adoration w^e'll join in the songs 
 
 Of praises to Jesus, our Friend; 
 We'll walk in the light of His glorious face 
 
 When trials and sorrows shall end. 
 Oh, come precious Saviour, our hearts sadly cry, 
 
 Come quickly. Lord Jesus, we pray, 
 The night clouds are threat'ning, and dangers are nigh; 
 
 We earnestly long for the day. 
 
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Cfiat 2?eautiful ^omt 
 
 O, I long for my Saviour's appearing 
 
 On the clouds of glory so bright, 
 And I know that the time is fast nearing 
 
 When I shall behold Him in light; 
 But my yearning heart trembles with sorrow 
 
 And the tears all unbidden will come, 
 And I cry, "O my Lord, so unworthy 
 
 Am I for that heavenly home!" 
 
 O, to join with the loved ones ascendmg, 
 
 Mounting up to the City of Gold, 
 Where nothing shall come that's offending, 
 
 And treasures eternal behold. 
 But O, when I think of the life-blood 
 
 On Calvary's cross shed for me. 
 My heart thrills with praise for the ransom 
 
 Which was paid that we all might be free. 
 
 And 1 think of that beautiful country 
 
 Where sorrow shall never more come. 
 There no wand'rer shall say, "I am weary," 
 
 But all shall be happy at home; 
 Beauteous flowers we shall pluck in our rapture, 
 
 Bird songs will our spirits delight; 
 Yet my heart offers praise to our Saviour 
 
 Who will give us the garments of white. 
 
 He will bid us sit down at the table. 
 
 Filled with food by his own loving hand. 
 And with souls running over with pleasure 
 
 Eat the fruits of that heavenly land. 
 O, to meet in those beautiful mansions 
 
 Bright gems 1 have helped to prepare. 
 To shine in His kingdom forever 
 
 Will be pleasure enough for me there. 
 
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Then help me, dear Saviour, to hasten 
 
 This message of mercy to give, 
 To the East, to the West, send the story. 
 
 Whosoever repenteth shall live. 
 Let dark frozen fields of the Northland 
 
 And the South vsdth its breezes so rare 
 Hear the cry going forth to the nations, 
 
 "All ye lands, for your Saviour prepare." 
 
 Hoofeins iFortoarb 
 
 This cold dark earth with all its sorrow 
 
 Soon, soon shall pass away. 
 And we shall greet a glad tomorrow 
 
 If all is right today. 
 I would not wish one fleeting moment 
 
 Of time to backward roll. 
 For just ahead my Saviour beckons 
 
 To every w^eary soul. 
 Yes, just ahead His soft voice pleading 
 
 Tells of His wondrous love 
 In offering life and joy eternal 
 
 And mansions bright above. 
 And just ahead our loved ones gathered. 
 
 Redemption's song shall sing; 
 Hands clasped with joy, no more to sever 
 
 From Jesus Christ our King. 
 Act well your part in life's great battle 
 
 Today, O weary soul. 
 Nor dream of past, but faithful proving, 
 
 You soon shall reach the goal. 
 To those who, in His love abiding, 
 
 March onward in His way. 
 The gates of pearl will soon give entrance 
 
 To an eternal day. 
 
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Iltebeemins ti)t ^ime 
 
 We long to see our Saviour coming. 
 
 Our hearts are filled with love; 
 Our tongues shall sing the songs of Zion 
 
 When Jesus comes from above. 
 "Come enter in, the gate stands wide,'* 
 
 We long to hear Him say. 
 "Thow chosest Me to be thy guide. 
 
 Enter the realms of day." 
 
 Yet there's a work we all may hasten. 
 
 The midnight hour draw^s near, 
 A world to warn of coming danger 
 
 While mercy still is here. 
 O, haste and take the Saviour's w^ord 
 
 Your choice and guide to be, 
 And join the ranks of those who work 
 
 To set sin's captives free ! 
 
 The hour is late and dangers thicken 
 
 And time rolls on apace; 
 Let's to the work, the day declineth; 
 
 Soon w^e shall see his face. 
 His hands and feet w^ith w^ounds are marred 
 
 And pierced His side for me; 
 His loving voice so tender says, 
 
 "I bore it all for thee." 
 
 Birdies fly, in the sky 
 
 To your sunny southern home; 
 Bear a message sweet for me, 
 
 When from us you cease to roam. 
 From the sweet magnolia tree 
 
 Bring a message back to me. 
 
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Slnbepenbence O^be 
 
 1898 
 
 Unto a land almost unknown, 
 Our fathers came to make a home 
 
 Across the sea; 
 For freedom's cause they dared the wilds, 
 And shrank not from their grim defiles, 
 
 For liberty. 
 They braved the wild beasts in their den. 
 And famine dread, and cruel men. 
 
 To found our home. 
 Hewed out with giant strength of arm, 
 A nation's place, and then they bade 
 
 The oppressed come. 
 Here freedom find, and liberty; 
 And yet the trail of slavery 
 
 Lay o'er the land; 
 This must not be ; and freedom rose, 
 And from her garments washed the stain 
 
 With mighty hand. 
 Years sw^iftly pass; low, now^ w^e hear 
 From Cuba's isle, a cry of fear; 
 
 Our hearts are stirred; 
 Oppression dread, with iron heel. 
 Stalks through their land, slights their appeal. 
 
 Their cry is heard. 
 A call to arms from South and North ; 
 Brothers and valiant sons pour forth. 
 
 Succor to give. 
 They who as foemen once had bled. 
 Now side by side their life-blood shed, 
 
 That she might live. 
 As streams that rising from one source. 
 May flow^ apart yet find their course 
 
 To the same sea. 
 So North and South united stand 
 Once more, and grasp each other's hand. 
 
 For liberty. 
 
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Bt ^ii Comins 
 
 In columns triumphal the saints are arising, 
 
 With shouts of the ransomed they mount towards 
 the skies, 
 Their anthems of triumph and songs of salvation 
 
 Proclaim them the people prepared to arise; 
 With faces all shining with heavenly glory, 
 
 They're shouting the victory o'er sin and the grave, 
 All glory and honor and praises and power. 
 
 Shall be unto Him who the sinner can save. 
 
 Bright stars in their crowns tell the tale of their labors 
 
 As low they are laid at the feet of their King, 
 The joy of the Lord, and the joy of poor mortals 
 
 Are joined in the songs w^hich the ransomed shall sing. 
 Would you be the ones who shall join in the singing 
 
 Of anthems of praise to the One who was slain 
 And voicing the rapture of sin-pardoned favor? — 
 
 Give praise to the Lamb w^ho is coming again. 
 
 Let Jesus dwell in you and keep you from sinning. 
 
 Then in that glad morning He'll claim you His own; 
 He'll take you to dwell in the heavenly mansions 
 
 And bid you sit dow^n w^ith Himself on His throne; 
 Then through the long ages of songs and rejoicing 
 
 All sorrow^ and sighing forever shall cease; 
 Grim death shall give place to the life everlasting. 
 
 And warring and tumult, to gladness and peace. 
 
 As out upon the w^aves by mists outlined 
 Man with his boat is leaving shore behind, 
 So youth upon life's restless rolling tide 
 Launches his bark and o'er bright waters glide. 
 Be not dismayed though storms around three roar 
 Grasp oar and pull, thy goal the eternal shore. 
 
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^t 3l£i Coming Msain 
 
 Ever nearer and dearer this truth comes to me, 
 
 In this world full of sorrow and w^oe; 
 Very soon w^ill the Saviour His presence reveal 
 
 To the faithful ones waiting below. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 He is coming again! O that blessed refrain! 
 
 Coming back, O the tidings proclaim! 
 Then revealed in His glory all nations shall know 
 *Tis the One who for sinners was slain. 
 
 See the nations of earth, in their glory and pride, 
 
 Meet in strife, and for victory contend; 
 And the rich man in splendor strides over the poor, 
 
 And there's no man regard eth the end. 
 
 Fearful sights and great signs both in heaven and earth, 
 Trembling nature prepares for her doom; 
 
 Flood and earthquakes strike terror to hearts unprepared; 
 Soon the Saviour in glory will come. 
 
 Let the swift flying angel His message proclaim 
 To a w^orld by gross darkness controlled; 
 
 Over land, over sea, let the tidings go forth. 
 Until thousands are brought to the fold. 
 
 O, then let us be ready, soon Jesus will come 
 
 With a train of the angelic throng! 
 O, be watchful, be prayerful, be earnest and true. 
 
 And w^ell join in the conqueror's song! 
 
 The oak trees spread their branches green 
 
 O'er field and meadow glade. 
 The children love through sunny hours 
 
 To seek its welcome shade. 
 
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B ^aijtjatf) Walk 
 
 'Tis Sabbath morning, the church bells are ringing 
 
 The hour of service, of praise and of prayer. 
 Blest day of days! No work to mar its resting, 
 
 I hasten on my way, its joys to share. 
 Myriads of birds their early matin voicing, 
 
 Pour forth their joy on wing with quickened flight, 
 And w^oodland flow^ers, their faces turning upward 
 
 Exhale sweet incense to the Lord of light. 
 I must w^alk carefully as on I'm going, 
 
 For lo, I seem to be on holy ground. 
 And as I list from out the tallest tree-tops 
 
 Comes a low symphony of sw^eetest sound. 
 The murmuring in the pine-trees ever seeming 
 
 Like choirs invisible, that to my heart 
 Speak of an angel band of w^hite-robed singers 
 
 Who in God's grand cathedral have a part. 
 And when full soon my restful walk is over 
 
 And 1 among the faithful join in song, 
 My heart's attuned to music of th' immortals 
 
 Caused by His blessings which around me throng. 
 O who w^ould change this free life of the country 
 
 For heated pavement, and the restless crowd? 
 Pity the poor who often spend a lifetime 
 
 Where God's pure, fragrant air is not allow^ed! 
 
 How sw^eet the scent of shrub and flower. 
 How kind the hand, and great the power 
 
 That makes their beauties glow. 
 Could w^e but understand the love 
 That watches o'er us from above 
 
 His tender mercies know. 
 Prove at His feet w^e'd humbly kneel. 
 His love toward us He doth reveal, 
 
 That washes w^hite as snow. 
 
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The sky was weeping, the earth was damp 
 And the horses she led went tramp, tramp, tramp. 
 Their hoofs resounded with rythmetic beat 
 As they followed their leader's weary feet. 
 
 The storm passed over, the night grew chill; 
 Not a leaf seemed stirring, and all w^as still. 
 When the morning dawned, a beautiful sight 
 Met the eyes, where an artist had been that night. 
 
 Where the horses* hoofs in the sodden ground 
 Had left their imprint, so nice and round. 
 Where wee ponds of water at night had been, 
 There the Master's hand in His w^orks is seen. 
 
 Here was a feather, and there a wing, 
 
 A lovely harp with many a string, 
 
 Here w^ere leaves so perfect they might compare 
 
 With those which Paradise used to wear. 
 
 Ere sin had entered, and grief and woe 
 
 Had settled down on this world below. 
 
 And bowers of the garden were dwellings meet 
 
 To be used for visits of angels' feet. 
 
 Beautiful pictures of frost and ice 
 More lovely than any of man's device 
 Were scattered abroad with generous love 
 For those who the morning light improve. 
 
 So let us take heed from this Master of art 
 And follow His guiding, that each true heart 
 A lesson may learn from the frost and the cold, 
 To scatter good deeds more precious than gold. 
 
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Co tije Hittle <!^ne£( 
 
 I love the little children, 
 So kind, so good and true; 
 
 I love to see them happy 
 And Jesus loves them, too. 
 
 And so He watches o'er them. 
 He hears each unkind word, 
 
 And oft His heart is saddened 
 At what His ear has heard. 
 
 And O, what joy is given 
 To his dear heart of love 
 
 When children strive to please Him 
 Who dwells in light above. 
 
 I love the little children. 
 
 But O, I long to know 
 If those will meet me yonder 
 
 I loved so here below. 
 
 It seems to me, there even. 
 If I should miss some face, 
 
 'T would make me sad to know it. 
 E'en in that happy place. 
 
 I wonder, O, I wonder. 
 
 If when I get up there 
 I'll see those loving faces 
 
 And forms all bright and fair. 
 
 I'll bear their voices singing 
 
 All praises to His name 
 Who gave Himself to save them 
 
 And died the death of shame. 
 
 For soon in clouds of glory 
 He to this earth will come 
 
 And take those who are ready 
 To dwell with Him at home. 
 
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Comfort 
 
 TO A FRIEND 
 
 Oh mother heart! so filled with pain and sadness 
 
 Think what a boon was given you the while; 
 What joy, to be allowed to clasp in gladness 
 
 A treasure pure as snowflake, JFree from guile. 
 A precious jewel was given thy heart to cheer thee, 
 
 A link to bind thee closer still to heaven ; 
 A dainty bud of promise blossomed near thee, 
 
 A little babe, — to you 'twas kindly given. 
 Such sweetness only bloomed to fade away, dear. 
 
 As fade the stars when morning sun shines bright ; 
 Or as the flowers, touched by breath of winter. 
 
 Their beauty withering soon fade from sight. 
 
 May the kind Father help you in this trial 
 
 To draw^ still closer to His loving heart. 
 That when the trump shall sound, — the dear ones 
 w^aking, 
 
 Friend clasping friend now^ never more to part. 
 An angel in his shining robe of w^hiteness 
 
 Shall bear your darling to your loving breast; 
 And through the endless years of bloom and 
 brightness 
 
 God shall your toil reward with perfect rest. 
 
 Frisky little squirrels, playing *mid the trees 
 How^ my heart is gladdened by your mimicries 
 Gathering nuts delicious from your shady bowers 
 Jolly little fellows sport the livelong hours. 
 
 Leaves, beautious leaves. 
 Fluttering in the autumn breeze. 
 Dropping, dropping, here and there 
 Spreads a carpet rich and rare. 
 
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TUNCi ONE HUNDRED YEARS TO COME 
 
 Go tell the tidings far and near. 
 
 The Saviour soon will come; 
 Bid every saint his brother cheer, 
 
 The Saviour soon will come. 
 Go sound the message o'er the land, 
 To every isle and ocean strand; 
 Awake, ye saints, this message bear 
 To every nation far and near, 
 
 The Saviour soon will come. 
 
 O shout for joy, ye sons of men. 
 
 The Saviour soon will come 
 To end for aye your grief and pain. 
 
 The Saviour soon w^ill come. 
 Go tell it to earth's weary ones. 
 To them this word like music comes; 
 Tell them of His redeeming grace, 
 Preparing them to see His face, 
 
 When He, our life, shall come. 
 
 In dungeon dark the story tell. 
 
 The sinner's friend will come, 
 Who died that we might with Him dwell. 
 
 Our Saviour soon will come. 
 To heathen lands He bids us go. 
 The harvest reap; the sun is low; 
 Let this our song and message be. 
 He comes to set the captives free — 
 
 O Saviour, quickly come. 
 
 The mourners then shall dry their tears 
 When Christ their Lord shall come; 
 
 They'll praise His name through endless years 
 When Christ their Lord shall come. 
 
 Their sick and maimed, the halt and blind. 
 
 Shall in His presence, blessing find, 
 
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And songs of joy shall fill our days. 
 
 With endless happiness and praise 
 
 When He our Lord shall come. 
 
 Go, tell the news, He bids us go. 
 
 The Saviour soon will come, 
 Who died for sinners here below — 
 
 Our Lord will surely come. 
 Repent, believe, your sins confess. 
 Put on His robe of righteousness, 
 Reach out the helping hand to save 
 Your friends from an eternal grave. 
 
 For soon our Lord will come. 
 
 TUNE; OLD BLACK JQE 
 
 Hark to the sounds that greet the pilgrim's ear! 
 All things proclaim our Saviour's coming near; 
 Sun, moon, and earth in darkness veil their face. 
 And soon, O soon, will pass away the day of grace. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 He's coming! He's coming! 
 
 The one for whom w^e sigh; 
 All things in heaven and earth proclaim 
 
 His coming nigh. 
 
 Nations of earth in angry strife contend, 
 
 Tempest and earthquake fright the sons of men; 
 
 Howl, O ye rich, for soon will anguish come. 
 
 For very soon your eyes shall see your dreadful doom. 
 
 O that our lives may now with His accord. 
 That when appears our blessed risen Lord, 
 We, purified from every taint of sin. 
 Shall hear the words, "Well done, my child, come 
 enter in." 
 
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Out in the woodland, come let us stray 
 Where beauteous flowers bloom all the way. 
 
 Wild birds are singing, 
 
 Sweet pleasures bringing; 
 Happy the hours in these mossy bowers. 
 List to the droning of the bees. 
 See squirrels romping in the trees. 
 On as w^e w^ander over green glades, 
 Seeking no longer dense forest shades; 
 
 Where sunlight's streaming ^ 
 
 Waters are gleaming; 
 Come let us float in our fairy boat. 
 See how the ripples dance along. 
 Hear how^ the branches echo our song. 
 
 Hark ! voices calling bid us come. 
 Loved ones are wcdting to guide us home. 
 
 While birds are hov'ring 
 
 Wee nestlings, covVing 
 Their downy heads, tucked in their beds. 
 Come, let us hasten while we may 
 Ere gath'ring darkness close the day. 
 
 Cije J^ap of ^ii Coming 
 
 O, the day of my Lord is fast nearing 
 When in glory resplendent and grand 
 
 He shall come, — for w^e love his appearing — 
 And shall take us to heaven's bright land. 
 
 Then to those who in Jesus are sleeping 
 Shall the trumpet awakening sound, 
 
 ^nd from many lone graves long forgotten 
 Shall the blessed arise from the ground. 
 
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O, I long for that day which is coming f 
 
 What a glorious meeting 'twill be 
 When with saint and with angels ascending 
 
 My dear Lord in His beauty I see! 
 
 O how sad will it be if we heed not 
 
 All His precepts divine to obey; 
 To the rocks we shall cry to fall on us. 
 
 And we'll flee from His presence away. 
 
 But the rapture of those who are ready 
 With their garments aglimmer with light. 
 
 When they know the dear Saviour is coming 
 To redeem them from sin's darkest night. 
 
 a^vip a little iFloluer 
 
 Only a little flower, 
 
 A pink in its purity, 
 A fragrant snow-white blossom,^ 
 
 But it means so much to me. 
 It stands for the love of mother, 
 
 Though that mother has long been dead; 
 It stands for her love and labors 
 
 And her influence o'er me shed. 
 
 For the few short years of my lifetime 
 
 O'er w^hich her gentle hand 
 Did all it could to prepare me 
 
 For a home in that better land. 
 How^ her sw^eet, low^ w^ords come to me. 
 
 The lessons she taught me then; 
 Of the way that leads to heaven. 
 
 By keeping God's precepts ten. 
 
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Only a flower so tiny, 
 
 Yet the influence it may yield 
 May help us to fight life's battles, 
 
 Yes, help us to win the field. 
 So take it, this symbol of mother, 
 
 Of all that is holy and right. 
 And may its loveliness help you 
 
 To be perfected in His sight. 
 
 Cfioustlts! of Wo^tt 
 
 I'm sitting in the old armchair, 
 
 To soothe my little one to sleep. 
 When memories of the long ago 
 
 Into my vision softly creep. 
 I see a mother fondly clasp 
 
 Within her arms her babe to rest; 
 I hear the gentle notes of song 
 
 Which lull it on its mother's breast; 
 I can see the w^ild birds sing and sw^ay 
 In the meadow trees the livelong day; 
 I can smell the scent of new-mown hay. 
 And wild-wood flowers that bloom in May. 
 
 Only a few short years had passed 
 
 When death had stilled that loving heart; 
 And O, the anguish of that hour, 
 
 When w^e with her w^ere called to part. 
 The years have drifted sw^iftly by. 
 
 With weight of sorrow, sin and woe; 
 The babe now^ sleeps beneath the sod. 
 
 Whom mother loved so long ago ; 
 But her love and prayers and actions kind. 
 Were a gift to those she has left behind. 
 May w^e each, our mother's Saviour find. 
 And in our hearts His precepts bind. 
 
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TUNEi "CHRIST IN SONG," NO. 560 
 
 Jesus is coming in glory, 
 Join in the joyful refrain; 
 
 Tell to the world the glad story, 
 Soon He is coining to reign. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 Tell the good news, tell the good news. 
 Tell the good news of His coming, 
 Sing it o*er land and o'er main; 
 Coming again! Coming again! 
 Tell the good news to the nations, 
 Jesus is coming again. 
 
 Once as a babe in the manger 
 Lowly they laid Him to rest; 
 
 Sweet was the sleep of the stranger 
 Watched by the angels so blest. 
 
 Once in the desert He hungered. 
 There He was tempted and tried ; 
 
 Once of His own was rejected, 
 And for poor sinners He died. 
 
 Rzdsed from the grave to redeem us. 
 Pleading for sinners He stands; 
 
 Soon He is coming to claim us, 
 Gath*ring His loved from all lands. 
 
 Swift to the work let us hasten, 
 Tell the sweet story of love. 
 
 Gathering sheaves for the Master; 
 Soon will He come from above. 
 
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TLinti on Bnnii^txiavv 
 
 Just thirty years ago today 
 
 We two were wed, dear John; 
 And now long years have passed away. 
 
 We cannot see quite clear, John; 
 How 'tis our "castles in the air" 
 
 Have failed to come in time, John; 
 We've had hard work, and good plain fare. 
 
 With more of prose than rhyme, John. 
 
 And now among my locks of brown 
 
 Some streaks of gray are rife, dear; 
 And having climbed, we now^ go down 
 
 The rugged hill of life, dear; 
 As hand in hand we've passed along 
 
 Beside our path have been, dear; 
 Full many flow^ers and cheery song. 
 
 To help us now and then, dear. 
 
 Though sometimes meager was our fare. 
 
 The children throve the same, John; 
 And honest sons and daughters fair 
 
 Enjoyed w^hatever came, John; 
 So if our hoards of gold are none. 
 
 We'll e'en be happy yet, John; 
 For greater w^ealth to us has come 
 
 Than money e'er can get, John. 
 
 Our children's love is richer still 
 
 Than all the hoards of earth, dear; 
 And honest friends and pure good-will 
 
 Of which we have no dearth, dear; 
 So let our voices join to praise 
 
 The One whose loving hand, dear; 
 Has blessed us in so many w^ays 
 
 With joys both true and grand, dear. 
 
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"Hush my dear," mother sang in the old rocking- 
 chair. 
 
 With her babe softly folded to rest. 
 And the sw^eet lullaby faintly falls on my ear. 
 
 With the memories of childhood so blest. 
 Babe and mother both sleep in their low narrow beds, 
 
 "Sundered far," though one blood they both lie; 
 With the winter's warm blanket of snow^ o'er their 
 heads, 
 
 Or the summer's soft breeze floating by. 
 
 As the years press along in their hurrying flight. 
 
 Soon to woman's estate 1 have grown, 
 And a mother, I sit by the fireside bright, 
 
 Which my little ones clustering throng; 
 And the lullaby song that my mother sang once 
 
 Are re-echoed again as I sing 
 And the tender thoughts come of that mother so dear. 
 
 As my babes to my loving arms cling. 
 
 Many years have gone by since those bright happy 
 days. 
 And the children are scattered afar. 
 And the rooms which once rang with laughter 
 so gay. 
 Are all silent — no echo doth mar; 
 But the treasures of memory still bring each bright 
 face, 
 And I long for the home-coming so. 
 And in dreams all our loved one are gathered once 
 more, 
 Round the hearth as in days long ago. 
 
 As I sit in the twilight and think of the ones 
 
 Who once brightened our home with their song 
 
 May the angels who guarded their childhood's low bed 
 Still their watch-care keep shielding from 
 wrong. 
 
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May the dear, loving Father soon draw them to him. 
 And when life's toilsome journey shall cease, 
 
 May the loved ones all meet, sundered far though 
 we be, 
 In the home of rich blessings and peace. 
 
 a Call <€o ^erbite 
 
 MUSIC] "my old southern HOME" 
 
 There are many people in the homeland 
 Who this message sweet have never heard ; 
 
 And their hearts are filled with pain and anguish 
 For comfort contauned in His word. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 In His home there is room 
 For the many millions who roam. 
 Let us hasten with the joyful tidings 
 That Jesus invites them to come. 
 
 They are groping on in sin and sorrow 
 And are loaded down with grief and care, 
 
 They are toiling onward with the burdens 
 That Jesus would help them to bear. 
 
 And beyond us dwelling in the shadows 
 
 Many people call aloud for light. 
 Shall we close our hearts to all their pleadings 
 
 And leave them alone in their night? 
 
 Let us rise and with the Gospel story 
 Which we have to tell of Jesus* love, 
 
 Send the message far to every nation 
 To fit them for mansions above. 
 
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'Tis a dusty road. 
 
 And the hot sun scorches 
 My face and hands 
 
 Like flaming torches; 
 
 But a soft breeze blowing. 
 
 From out the west. 
 Seems wooing the sun. 
 
 As a bird, to rest. 
 
 And the lights and shades 
 Of the summer grasses 
 
 Seem, as o'er it 
 
 The soft wind passes. 
 
 Like ocean's calm. 
 After storm and din. 
 
 When the little waves 
 Come rolling in. 
 
 So, as on w^e go. 
 
 We welcome gladly 
 The shady trees. 
 
 For we need them sadly. 
 
 My tired horse stops 
 At the fountain's brink 
 
 And quaffs her fill 
 Of the cooling drink. 
 
 The leafy trees 
 
 Make cooling arches. 
 In which to rest, 
 
 When the sun's heat parch< 
 
 There are so many joys 
 
 That e'en life's load 
 The lighter seems. 
 
 Though "a dusty road." 
 
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Cfie USagter'a Call 
 
 The morning sun was shining. 
 
 I heard the Master's voice, — 
 "Come, labor in My vineyard, 
 
 Make Me thine only choice." 
 My heart is heavy laden 
 
 With sorrow, doubt and sin; 
 Can I then be accepted 
 
 And hope to enter in? 
 
 "Come unto Me, ye weary," 
 
 The Master sweetly said, 
 "I gave My life to save thee. 
 
 For thee My blood was shed. 
 Lay down thy heavy burden, 
 
 Thy cares upon Me Cast, 
 And rest shall be thy portion. 
 
 Eternal rest at last." 
 
 All through the heat of noontide 
 
 Tve faltering struggled on. 
 Till evening shadows warn me 
 
 My work is nearly done. 
 Though oft my feet have stumbled, 
 
 Yet Jesus at my side 
 Has lifted me so gently 
 
 Ere, faint, I drooped and died. 
 
 His arm, so strong and mighty. 
 
 The battle helped me win; 
 His heart so true and constant 
 
 Has drawn the wanderer in. 
 Oh, love so pure and holy! 
 
 Oh, Saviour, so divine! 
 Help me to keep Thee ever 
 
 Within this heart of mine. 
 
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O^irlie 
 
 Years ago, with glad surprise, 
 Welcomed we a little stranger; 
 
 Joyfully the trust we took. 
 
 Though the world was full of danger. 
 
 Swift the happy hours went by; 
 
 How I envied them the going! 
 O, if we might keep her so! 
 
 But time's tide is swiftly flowing. 
 
 Childhood's days so quickly fly 
 
 With their hours of mirth and singing; 
 
 School-days pass so merrily. 
 
 And the years go onward winging. 
 
 Maiden coy is passing now; 
 
 Womanhood so sweet and tender. 
 Now has come, with sun and shade. 
 
 Thou who rul'st, be her defender. 
 
 Guide, O guide my girlie's feet. 
 In the paths of the immortals; 
 
 May she tread the shinning way, 
 Till she reach the pearly portals. 
 
 Signs on every hand fulfilling. 
 
 Tell of fast approaching ruin; 
 Tell of horrors of great darkness. 
 
 To the soul that's unprotected; 
 Tell of peace for those who wait; 
 
 Tell of joy for those who're looking, 
 And are longing for their Lord; 
 
 Tell of happiness unbounded 
 In a home all free from sorrow. 
 
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^igpai of ^ii Coming 
 
 tunb: the little old log cabin in the lank 
 
 This world with all its trials very soon shall pass away, 
 
 And soon w^ill usher in a glorious daw^n; 
 See, the works of men are fallen and fast going to decay, 
 
 And soon on earth will come that final morn, 
 When, freed from sin and sorrow^, those w^ho love Him 
 shall behold 
 
 The Saviour in His beauty on the cloud, 
 For very soon our Lord will come to take His people 
 home. 
 
 While with triumph rings their hallelujahs loud. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 The Saviours coming soon to take His children home; 
 
 We haven't long to work here below. 
 So let us faithful be until our weary task is done, 
 
 And in joy with Him to heaven we shall go. 
 
 The marshalling of armies tells of war and deadly strife, 
 
 "Distress of nations with perplexities;'* 
 The sea and waves the chorus join, the winds lift up 
 their voice. 
 While famine rules in lands across the sea. 
 Wild flood and fire and earthquake tell of labor to be 
 done. 
 In warning men to seek the Pearl of price; 
 The hearts of men are failing them w^ith dread of 
 things to come; 
 O, may We help them gain eternal life! 
 
 Only a copper penny. 
 
 But given w^ith a prayerful thought. 
 May send the Gosple message 
 
 To those w^ho know^ it not. 
 
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CiiiUiren'S ,^ons 
 
 Listen to the children's song, 
 
 Hesur their happy voices ; 
 Join in concord sweet and strong, 
 Hear the children's song. 
 Jesus loves to hear them sing 
 Praibes to their heavenly King; 
 Let His courts with music ring 
 
 Praises to our King. 
 
 Hear the birdies in their bowers 
 
 Sing their Maker's praises. 
 All the happy livelong hours 
 Singing in their bowers. 
 Jesus loves to hear their praise 
 While they sing their sweetest lays. 
 Flitting through the woodland maze. 
 Hear their song of praise. 
 
 See the flowers lift their heads 
 
 Praise of incense giving; 
 See them from their mossy beds 
 Lift their dewy heads. 
 Children, join with bird and flower 
 In your happy spring-time hour; 
 Praise Him, for His love and power. 
 
 In your childhood's hour. 
 
 When the evening shadows fall 
 See the stars come tw^inkling; 
 
 Praising Jesus one and gJl 
 
 As the shadows fall. 
 
 All the hosts of heaven combine 
 
 Thus to make His glory shine. 
 
 Let us all the chorus join 
 In the glad spring-time. 
 
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 There's not a thorn that can pierce our feet 
 
 Or a tear can dim the eye, 
 But the one who cares; sends a message sweet 
 
 And His heart gives sigh for sigh. 
 
 Though many a time our hearts may ache 
 
 And our path be rough with stone, 
 He who bore our griefs will our burdens take 
 
 For He careth for His ow^n. 
 
 The days are dark with threat'ning doom. 
 
 And w^ar-clouds blot the skies. 
 But w^e will not fear though the w^orst may come 
 
 For our Father hears our cries. 
 
 And His heart of love still yearns to save 
 
 The w^eakest of us all; 
 And there's not a need that our souls can crave 
 
 But He hears us when we call. 
 
 %i)t Wtt ^tvariQtv 
 
 Where art thou journeying, wee little stranger. 
 Launching thy bark on this life's stormy sea? 
 
 Knowest thou not that this life's full of danger 
 Dear little baby, just given to me? 
 
 See how the waves roll high! Lest they o'erwhelm thee. 
 Safe in the Master's hands sheltered thou'lt be; 
 
 Naught can my baby harm, kept by His watchcare. 
 Sweet little dreamer, rest quiet with me. 
 
 Then, though the tempest rage, safely He'll keep thee, 
 Waking or sleeping while He guards thy bed. 
 
 Through the long night, until morning cometh; 
 Safe on thy pillow^ rest sw^eetly thy head. 
 
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M l^leasiure ^tstsieb 
 
 It had been a day of labor. 
 
 Toilsome work the whole day through. 
 And as evening's shadow^s gathered 
 
 There was much still left to do. 
 
 Still my tasks were yet unfinished. 
 And though clouds of beautious hue 
 
 Were unfolding in the Heavens, 
 I had still some work to do. 
 
 just a step outside the door- way, 
 Just a moment free*d from care. 
 
 Would have filled my soul with rapture 
 At the glory shining there. 
 
 But I failed to catch its beauty. 
 
 And 'twas lost to me for aye. 
 But the lesson that it carried, 
 
 Stayed with me for many a day. 
 
 Stop, and read the blessed tokens. 
 
 He in love hangs out for you; 
 Answ^er not the voices calling 
 
 "There's too much that I must do." 
 
 List the waurbler sings his carol, 
 See the flowers lift their heads 
 
 All creation's filled with music. 
 And for you the feast He spreads. 
 
 Let us never be too busy. 
 
 With the toil and care and strife. 
 
 That we cannot hear the message 
 From the One who gives us life. 
 
 Look for beauty all around you. 
 You will find the day well spent. 
 
 And when night's shades close around you 
 You'll have nothing to repent. 
 
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31us!t iFtftp gearg 
 
 Just fifty years of hopes and fesurs. 
 
 Oh, when the journey started 
 Earth held no bliss so sweet as this, 
 
 Oh, who so happy hearted. 
 
 Through heat and cold, and cares untold. 
 You've gone the road together; 
 
 Though days were dark, for life's frail bark. 
 And gloomy was the weather. 
 
 Yet hand in hand at His command. 
 Who rules the lives of mortals, 
 
 And shapes the plan for maid and man. 
 To age, from life's fair portals. 
 
 If well you've tried to let Him guide. 
 Though stormy waves enfold you. 
 
 Saie Pilot, He, o'er life's rough sea. 
 And strong His arms will hold you. 
 
 Through toil or rest. He knoweth best. 
 
 And may he guide you ever. 
 Till day is done and setting sun. 
 
 Your life's w^orks close forever. 
 
 And when your strength and life is spent 
 And each for right has striven. 
 
 May fresh'ning gale, fill well your sail. 
 And waft your bark tow^ard Heaven. 
 
 Only a loving hand-pat 
 
 And a smile like morning dew, 
 
 But it helped to lift the burden 
 Of one whose joys were few. 
 
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HistJting a Cantrle 
 
 Far over the sea, very far away, 
 
 Where darkness and sin reigned supreme. 
 
 In the hearts of the people was kindled one day 
 A light with a wonderful gleam. 
 
 And children can help give the message sweet, 
 Send their gifts, these candles to light; 
 
 And the prayers of a child makes the gift complete, 
 And this message go w^ith its might. 
 
 And in Heaven you'll meet some dear children 
 
 You by sacrifice helped to bring 
 To share in the beauties immortal and rare, 
 
 And worship our glorious King. 
 
 We have the dearest pet of all, 
 
 A w^ee sw^eet baby girl is she. 
 But though she is so very small. 
 
 She's just as good as she can be. 
 Her smile so glad, 'tw^ill banish care 
 
 Her winning ways none will dispute. 
 And cunning dimples, too, are there ; 
 
 What I have said, none can refute. 
 Of pearly teeth the number's small, 
 
 I counted them, there's only two. 
 But she don't worry, not at all, 
 
 She'll wait and get the others through. 
 Her many charms I could not tell. 
 
 But if you don't believe its true. 
 Just come and see her laugh, and, well. 
 
 She cries, sometimes, of course, don't you? 
 
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Mslttp 
 
 Resting? Yes, resting, life's short battle ended, 
 Sweetly she's sleeping within her low bed; 
 
 Angel-guard watcheth the place where she's lying. 
 
 Knows all the tears which the loved ones have shed. 
 
 Knows how the mother, whose heart's filled with sorrow. 
 Feels as she lays her dear babe in the tomb; 
 
 Crushed by the blow which has snatched from her bosom 
 One more fair jew^el, the light of their home. 
 
 Loving the Hand w^hich has caused her to slumber. 
 Safe from the tumult and strife of the earth. 
 
 Folded securely and kept from all danger. 
 Priceless the jewel of heavenly birth. 
 
 Storms* w^ill arise and beat hard round her pillow 
 Deaf are the ears to the sound of the strife. 
 
 Famine and pestilence, woes without number. 
 Kept by the power of His infinite life. 
 
 Too frail and tender, the beautiful blossoms. 
 Lent for awhile to thus gladden our w^ay; 
 
 Blest be the hand that gave, blessed that taketh. 
 Laid up our treasure, awaiting that day. 
 
 Joys w^ithout number remain for the ransomed. 
 Loved ones long sleeping, shall wake in that day; 
 
 And to the heart that has long been a-hungered. 
 Babes w^ill be clasped, re-united for aye. 
 
 Lord, haste the day when the work shall be over. 
 When all who will, to this refuge have fled ; 
 
 Blessed are those who have mourned, heavy hearted. 
 They shall have comfort, the Master hath said. 
 
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Clje llobe=lisJ)t bf #ome 
 
 Keep the love-light of home brightly burning, 
 
 Trim its well rounded circle with care 
 Lest the rootlets of peacefulness spuming 
 
 You 2ure left in the depth of despair. 
 Chorus 
 
 Keep the light, ever bright, 
 
 And an Eden on earth you may claim; 
 Keep the light, ever bright. 
 
 And an Eden in Heaven you'll gain. 
 
 When the storm-clouds of trouble surround you 
 
 And so murky and dark grows the sky. 
 Sure no dangers can hurt or confound you 
 
 With the love-light of home always nigh. 
 Chorus 
 
 Fill the heart of the home with the love-light; 
 
 Bear the trials, whatever befall; 
 With your eyes ever turned toward the Master, 
 
 For He loveth and careth for all. 
 Chorus 
 
 And at length when the journey is over. 
 
 And the burdens at last are laid down. 
 Then the "Home-land" at last we'll discover. 
 
 And our crosses we'll change for a crown. 
 Chorus 
 
 Keep the light, ever bright, 
 
 And an Eden on earth you shall claim 
 Keep the light, ever bright, 
 
 'Till the Eden in Heaven you gain. 
 
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 Oh, boundless sea, with your sunlit waves. 
 
 And ever restless motion. 
 Tell me about your hidden caves 
 
 Thou great and tireless ocean. 
 
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A little maid, as she strolled along, 
 Passed by a field of blooming clover; 
 
 The larks were singing their sweetest song, 
 And butterflies fluttered the wide field over. 
 
 Oh, happy the maid on that summer day. 
 And her young voice joined with the birds 
 in singing, 
 
 And birds and bees and butterflies 
 
 Went a joyous flight through the ether winging. 
 
 But away to school ran the little maid. 
 Her face alight with the joy of living. 
 
 Her sun-browned cheeks bore the hue of health, 
 But her soul cried out to be used in giving. 
 
 She gave her all, it was only a song. 
 
 But it helped to cheer a soul sad-hearted; 
 
 She gave her influence to right a wrong. 
 And hearts w^ere touched w^hile teardrops 
 started. 
 
 Only a woman grown old and gray. 
 
 No gold in her toil-worn hands to proffer. 
 
 But a heart that longed, for many a day. 
 
 To bring some gift though she'd naught to offer. 
 
 But an earnest prayer to the one above, 
 
 And a tear for the sad and sighing, 
 A helping hand, and a work of love. 
 
 To the poor who were sick and dying. 
 
 No wealth had she for the needy ones. 
 
 Or talents grand and glowing. 
 But a tender pity for those who'd sinned, 
 
 And a heart w^ith love overflowing. 
 
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'^ije <J^lb iFire l^late 
 
 'Twas built in the side of the old log house. 
 And its bosom sent out a cheery light, 
 
 From the hickery logs on the andirons piled, 
 
 And laughed when the shadows took their flight. 
 
 From the open door when storms were high. 
 And snow-drifts heaped the ground with white, 
 
 Its blcize reaching out to the wanderer, 
 
 Shed a ruddy gleam through the darksome night. 
 
 Within its bright and pleasant glow 
 
 A happy band of children played; 
 A father loved its warmth to know, 
 
 When softly came the evening shade. 
 
 A mother's gentle face a-beam 
 
 With love-light, views her jewels fair, 
 
 And over all the fire-light gleams 
 
 And sheds its radiance rich and rare. 
 
 * * * * 
 
 But gone are all those happy days; 
 
 Scattered the loved ones far and wide, 
 O'er many lands and toilsome ways 
 
 On desert drear, or mountain side. 
 
 Yet often, in the stress and gloom 
 
 That cheerful fire-light seems to glow. 
 
 And call us back to friends and home- 
 That light we nevermore shall know. 
 
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'Cije Hibeg of a O^itp 
 
 From my window I look on a city, 
 
 When the shadows of evening come down, 
 
 And look on the streets all a glitter w^ith lights 
 And sadly I muse on the town. 
 
 The storm-clouds grow dark in the Heavens, 
 
 But still the lights flicker and gleam, 
 Unheeding the pattering raindrops that fall. 
 
 Which myriads of jewels seem. 
 
 And I think of the homes of the city 
 
 Where hearts beam with gladness and love, 
 
 While others are sad and despondent tonight, 
 Not a glimpse of light from above. 
 
 Not a ray of hope in the darkness 
 
 To dispel this earth's sorrow and night, 
 
 'Till a voice softly w^hispers, "O, come unto me. 
 And for darkness I'll give to you light. 
 
 "And for sorrow shall joy be your portion 
 
 For sickness, health speedily come; 
 If you leave off your hardness and sinning, 
 
 You shall dwell in that glorious home. 
 
 "You shall eat of the fruit of the Life tree. 
 And shall see the dear Saviour who died 
 
 To offer a ransom for all who will come 
 To the One who was crucified." 
 
 And I'm glad when I look on the city 
 
 That there's some w^ho will heed the call. 
 
 And come, while the door of His mercies stands wide. 
 And there's pardon and cleansing for all. 
 
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M Cijilb'g Mtmoviti of a ^torm 
 
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 The day was sweltering, the earth was dry, 
 
 And curling corn leaves hoarsely cry. 
 
 And lift their tassels, athirst for rain. 
 
 All parched were the whitening fields of grain, 
 
 The sands were hot to the children's feet. 
 
 And silence o'er nature reigned complete. 
 
 II 
 
 A sudden rumble! The clouds roll high, 
 And dim and darken the earth and sky, 
 While vivid lightnings flash, and pale, 
 And race before the rising gale. 
 A distant mutter! A moaning sound! 
 And raindrops patter upon the ground. 
 
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 Still nearer and nearer the storm clouds roll. 
 Until, in rapture, my very soul 
 Transported, views the wondrous sight 
 Of warring elements in their might. 
 A sound as though Heaven and earth were rent. 
 And the floods to their furies are giving vent. 
 
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 To Heaven's reservoir, opened wide 
 To usher in a foaming tide 
 Of pent up power; a lull, and then 
 A fiercer blast rushed by, as when 
 In ancient days the waters rose 
 And overwhelmed God's sinful foes. 
 
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 From hill to hill the thunders roar 
 And dashing torrents downward pour. 
 A sudden crahl a tearing sound ! 
 
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The mighty forces shake the ground 
 Like tramp of armies in deadly strife, 
 When brave men struggle for very life. 
 
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 A sycamore tree stands rent and torn 
 By a bolt which the storm-clouds breast had borne. 
 And then, as spent by their mad career 
 Afar in the distance they disappear. 
 And the sun looks down on the freshen'd earth 
 As though a new Eden were given birth. 
 
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 And thus I see in clouds which lower 
 An emblem of God's mighty pow^er; 
 And hear His voice through tempests roar 
 Speaking peace, as He spoke in days of yore, 
 And an emblem true will the promise hold, 
 A bow^ in the clouds to my eyes unfold. 
 
 aione 
 
 Alone, and we have walked life's path 
 
 For more than forty peaceful years. 
 And now, no more his voice I hear. 
 
 Although I seek him oft with tears. 
 For he is gone from out my life, 
 
 No more to answ^er to my call; 
 I speak his name before I think, 
 
 And there is silence, that is all. 
 For he is sleeping his last sleep 
 
 Which knows no change till Jesus come; 
 Ah, glad would I, w^ere my w^ork o'er — 
 
 Sleep by his side at set of sun. 
 I must not mourn for loved ones gone, 
 
 Others are needing me today; 
 With faith and prayer, I'll journey on. 
 
 Nor grieve too sore along the way. 
 
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For that great day will soon be here; 
 
 We'll clasp our dear ones, ne'er to part 
 Rejoice! we know His coming's near, 
 
 This truth shall strengthen my sad hesui:. 
 
 Hutumn Heabeg 
 
 The woods are bright with a scarlet flame, 
 
 Or with gold and green are dressed, 
 While the cricket chants a funeral dirge 
 
 As he hides in the earth's cold breast. 
 And far away rings the farewell note 
 
 Of birds, who their homes must leave, 
 And wing their way to the sunny south. 
 
 Though our hearts they sadly grieve. 
 
 The autum leaves play a merry tune. 
 
 As they eddy round and round, 
 'Till at last with a flip and a merry slip 
 
 They softly fall to the ground. 
 But though storms must come, and their forms at last 
 
 Are lost in the leafy mold. 
 Yet when spring-time comes, the forgotten leai 
 
 May blossom in green and gold. 
 
 So like the leaves, we are blithe and gay, 
 
 Or sad, as the rain-drop comes, 
 'Till our heart-strings, touched by a hand divine. 
 
 Shall vibrate, with joyful tones. 
 The rhymes we sing, and the thoughts that spring 
 
 May sleep awhile in the mold. 
 But a brighter, yes, and a fairer life 
 
 May blossom in finest gold. 
 
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Cf)t 2?urial of aiutumn 
 
 The Autumn winds blow bleak and cold, 
 
 But gaily the lambkins play; 
 The farm-boy drives his flocks to their fold 
 
 As he whistles a round-de-lay. 
 
 The yellow corn has been gathered in, 
 
 And piled in the old corn crib. 
 Like a horn of plenty \vith golden store, 
 
 *Tis filled to its topmost rib- 
 
 The products of farm and garden are brought 
 
 Through the cellar's open door, 
 Until, w^ith potato and apple bins. 
 
 They reach from ceiling to floor. 
 
 The farmer hies to the old wood road, 
 And the wood pile grows each day; 
 
 The horses strain with the heavy load. 
 Which sways on the homeward way. 
 
 For winter will come, and the warm fire-light 
 Must be fed from the autumn's hoard; 
 
 And old and young will be sni/g and bright, 
 As they gather around the board. 
 
 So the autumn's here and is d5ang fast. 
 
 As the dry leaves softly fall. 
 And when winter comes they'll sleep at last 
 
 With the beautiful snow over all. 
 
 A flake of snow comes eddying round. 
 And falls on the earth's cold breast. 
 
 And others follow it to the ground 
 Until autumn is laid to rest. 
 
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How many of those whom we now behold. 
 
 Whose faces we love so well. 
 Shall walk with Him in the City of Gold 
 
 In those mansions of glory dwell. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 How many are they? How many are they? 
 Who will join the happy throng 
 Which shall enter in to the City's gates 
 And join in the conqueror's song. 
 
 How many who walk through the busy street 
 
 And join in the jostling throng 
 Shall with garments white at the Master's feet 
 
 Unite in the glad new song? 
 
 How many are those who on pleasure bent 
 
 On the surging sea of life, 
 Shall turn their steps in the narrow^ way 
 
 As they go through this w^orld of strife? 
 
 How many will seek from the crowds that pass 
 Some gems for the Saviour's crow^n. 
 
 Who for you and me on Calvary's tree 
 His wonderful life laid down? 
 
 Shall we be ready for our Lord to see 
 And to hear His words "Well Done," 
 
 To see His smile and to hear Him say, 
 "Come enter my glorious home?" 
 
 Only a kind word spoken 
 
 Only a gentle deed, 
 But it showed the way to Jesus 
 
 To one who was sore in need. 
 
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Cljc t©onbcrs of O^ut of l^oorsi 
 
 I love the country, full and free, 
 
 Where we can breathe the freshest air, 
 Where wonders manifold w^e see, 
 
 For there is beauty everywhere. 
 I walk through fields and woods close by, 
 
 Bright flowers adorn the w^ays I go, 
 And clinging tendrils charm the eye, 
 
 *Tis lovely, for God made it so. 
 
 Such tiny flowers I picked one day. 
 
 So delicate, yet wondrous fine. 
 And perfected, in every w^ay. 
 
 For He who made them is divine. 
 Each spire of grass that nature weaves, 
 
 Into a carpet for our feet. 
 All clinging moss and verdant leaves 
 
 Are emblems of the Infinite. 
 
 And w^hen I think of His great pow^er 
 
 That formed the atom and the oak, 
 The mountains w^hich above us tow^er, 
 
 The birds and bees, to being spoke; 
 Unfathomed, all these wonders are 
 
 The stars of Heaven, the mighty sea, 
 His loving thought and tender care, 
 
 How wondrous He should think of me. 
 
 He deigns to own us as His friends. 
 
 Co-workers with Him in the soil. 
 By sweat of face we gain our ends. 
 
 He blesses all our honest toil. 
 The growing grain, and ripened wheat. 
 
 And fruit and vines for food of man, 
 His helpers, we, in labor sw^eet 
 
 All work together in His plan. 
 
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a <aieam of TLi^t 
 
 A light too small, it seemed, to light the darkness; 
 
 And desert sands stretched far amid the gloom; 
 But rays of light shone out upon the pathway, 
 
 A beacon guiding wanderers to their home. 
 
 A traveler, worn and tired, with the burden 
 That he had carried many a w^eary day, 
 
 Tookheart,and hastened toward the light that glimmered 
 And shone invitingly along the way. 
 
 A feeble knock, for he was spent with travel; 
 
 The door was opened at his lightest touch, 
 "Come in and rest thee," his soul was w^eary. 
 
 And so he came, for he had longed so much 
 
 To reach a place of rest, and he was hungry. 
 And food w^ithin his w^eary hands was pressed. 
 
 And water clear and sparkling, from a fountain. 
 Refreshed his tired frame and gave him rest. 
 
 But, best of all, he found a light set burning. 
 That lighteth every man this w^orld within, 
 
 And drank his fill beside the Living Fountain, 
 Which cleansed and purified from every sin. 
 
 The Bread of Life he ate, then went rejoicing, 
 To scatter light of life to those in need; 
 
 In darkest spots of earth a beacon lighting. 
 In barren wastes to scatter precious seed. 
 
 He tells earth's lonely ones, that soon the coming 
 Of One who died for sin to set men free 
 
 Will be revealed, and those who love the Master 
 Shall, happy, in His Kingdom ever be. 
 
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 A wanderer, I, upon the desert, 
 No light to guide me through the gloom; 
 The clouds were dark around my pathway, 
 And naught but death my rightful doom. 
 
 When through the tempest 
 
 I heard my Saviour 
 
 His sad voice calling. 
 
 The night was falling: 
 
 Like sweetest music 
 
 The invitation 
 
 In gentle accents, 
 
 "Child, come home." 
 
 I came to Jesus, broken-hearted. 
 And in His love He pardoned me; 
 And now from earthly joys I've parted, 
 For by His grace He set me free. 
 
 I go rejoicing — 
 
 The way seems brighter. 
 
 And all before me 
 
 The path grows lighter, 
 
 And full of gladness 
 
 I'll follow onward, 
 
 I'll follow Jesus 
 
 All the w^ay. 
 
 The world may call me with its trifles. 
 Its pleasures lure, but to destroy; 
 I've found a precious friend in Jesus, 
 And joys of earth are but alloy. 
 
 Oh come and test Him 
 
 And be forgiven, 
 
 For soon in glory 
 
 He comes from heaven; 
 
 He's gently pleading 
 
 While mercy lingers, 
 
 "Come, poor sinners. 
 
 Come to me." 
 
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Ctoo Wtabtvi 
 
 A weaver sits by her loom and works 
 Her hands fly swiftly the whole day long 
 
 Through storm and calm, she never shirks, 
 And her shuttle sings a merry song. 
 
 And even bright colors or dark she weaves 
 Over and over the w^hole day through; 
 
 'Till at last her task is done; and she leaves 
 Her loom, the finishing off to do. 
 
 She ties the threads, and she snips the ends, 
 Until at last it is smooth and neat. 
 
 Then smiles, as she view^s her finished work. 
 And joys, her labor is now complete. 
 
 And I thought of the master. His work are we; 
 
 He holds the shuttle. He weaves each strand; 
 And the dark and light in our lives may be 
 
 To make us fit for that better land. 
 
 Sometimes impatient we may become. 
 Too much of the darkness woven in, 
 
 "Too little of sunshine," w^e sadly moan; 
 But so it will be in this w^orld of sin. 
 
 Let dark clouds gather, there's always light 
 Behind their rim, w^here He hides His face. 
 
 There'll be welcome home, and a glory bright. 
 To those who through darkness His love 
 can trace. 
 
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I've heard the story told so oft, 
 
 But yet 'tis ever new, 
 The story of our blessed Lord 
 
 Who died for me and you. 
 And to His Father did ascend, 
 
 Bright mansions to prepare; 
 And if we're faithful here below 
 
 We soon shall meet Him there. 
 
 That land with living water flows, 
 
 And trees are fresh and green: 
 And flowers with fragrance fill the air. 
 
 And bright the golden sheen 
 Of fruitful fields of waving grain; 
 
 Naught can on earth compare 
 With joys our Saviour has in store, 
 
 For those who meet Him there. 
 
 I long to see His blessed face. 
 
 And hear the ransomed sing 
 All praise and honor to His name. 
 
 While heaven's arches ring. 
 Let's join the ranks of workers here. 
 
 And faithful servants prove, 
 Then sing, "All hail!" when Jesus comes 
 
 In glory from above. 
 
 Set your \ ¥ork high, nor deign to stoop 
 
 To grosser things of earth. 
 If failures come, then rise again 
 
 And make them stepping-stones to worth; 
 Be God's great love your hope and joy. 
 
 And faith your guiding star, my boy. 
 
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Congetration 
 
 Not to sit down with folded hands 
 
 To wait the Lord's anointing, 
 But with feet well shod and armor bright 
 
 To do the Lord's appointing. 
 
 To work while 'tis day in the harvest field 
 
 To go w^ith a faith undaunted, 
 To suffer or die if so He wills. 
 
 This is the service wanted. 
 
 None who "stand idle all the day" 
 
 Will have sheaves for the Master's pleasure; 
 
 So up and w^ork! He calls, aw^ay. 
 With overflowing measure. 
 
 Filled with the Holy Spirit's power. 
 Vanished all doubts and sighing. 
 
 His will be done, from this very hour 
 Our all on the altar lying. 
 
 A sluggish pond lay in its nest 
 
 Around rose hills, with trees bestead, 
 
 Pale w^ater lillies on its breast 
 
 Their roots dug deep in slimy mud. 
 
 Yet up from the filth to God's sun light. 
 
 Stands a beautious flower so pure and white. 
 
 Some people there are that believe in luck. 
 But the kind that seems best to me 
 
 Is not by a horse-shoe symbolized. 
 But is luck prefixed by a " P ". 
 
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From far off lands still comes the cry 
 
 Of many people calling; 
 They bow them down to wood and stone 
 
 Prone on their faces falling. 
 And still their cry rings out to us 
 
 Who know^ the gospel tidings. 
 Shall we this message send to them, 
 
 And ow^n the spirits guidings? 
 
 A great reward aw^aits the ones 
 
 Who, patiently enduring 
 Keep striving for the promised prize 
 
 And turn from pleasure's luring. 
 Their treasure is laid up above; 
 
 To do their Father's pleasure 
 Is all they ask. Their heart of love 
 
 Finds comfort without measure. 
 
 They take the message far and near, 
 
 To distant plain and mountain, 
 Their voice with stirring note and clear, 
 
 Points to the cleansing fountain 
 Where Christ's own blood was shed for all 
 
 (Who will accept salvation), 
 The honest souls upon the earth 
 
 From every tribe and station. 
 
 "To him who overcomes the world,*' 
 
 The message sweet is given. 
 **A place is promised on His throne" 
 
 And mansions fair in Heaven. 
 To all who love and serve Him here 
 
 Shall ope' the pearly portals. 
 And songs of victory shall cheer 
 
 The ones who reign immortals. 
 
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Presentation ^tviti for tije 2?itile 
 
 Man's word may fail, 
 
 But God's word stand eth sure; 
 Though all else come to naught. 
 
 It shall endure. 
 
 Take and read this precious casket, 
 Filled with pearls of greatest worth; 
 
 Heed, O heed its truths, I ask it; 
 Better they, than gems of earth. 
 
 Like a precious fountain. 
 Pouring from its brink. 
 
 Streams of living w^ater. 
 Where we all may drink. 
 
 May this precious Bible be 
 
 A token of God's love for thee; 
 
 May its truths to thee be blest. 
 In giving thee eternal rest. 
 
 Accept this treasure, friend of mine. 
 And search its pages o'er; 
 
 A lamp to light those feet of thine 
 Unto the other shore. 
 
Away in the grand old mountains, 
 
 Afar from earth's busy strife, 
 Thus in the heart of nature 
 
 Shall my nesdings begin their life; 
 The trees of forest ever 
 
 An inspiration will be, 
 My heart shall be saddened never 
 
 With all these beauties to see. 
 
 So we builded a home in the greenwood. 
 
 And my nestlings were given me. 
 And day by day were nourished 
 
 Their lives so lovingly. 
 Life could not be quite sordid 
 
 With so many things to love, 
 With the beauteous mountains round us 
 
 And with God's sweet sky above. 
 
 And often in early morning. 
 
 As I looked from our cottage door, 
 I could see the mountain ranges 
 
 Wrapped in their mantle hoar. 
 And ever the massive redwoods 
 
 Their tall spires pointing above, 
 A grand and wonderful temple 
 
 All proving our God is love. 
 
 And the music of the pine trees 
 
 And the giant redwoods tall 
 Were atuned to the harps of heaven. 
 
 And I loved them, loved them all; 
 The flowers in the garden whispered 
 
 Of the love that never fails. 
 And the songsters sang their sweetest 
 
 In their quiet woodland vales. 
 
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The mountains still are guarding. 
 
 Though rent by earthquake shock, 
 The valley and flowing streamlet. 
 
 But my heart it mindeth not, 
 For the ones who blessed our table 
 
 And brightened our cottage door 
 Have taken their place in life's battle. 
 
 And the children return no more. 
 
 For a time my heart shall hunger. 
 
 And my longing eyes grow dim, 
 But when earth's last sheaves are gathered 
 
 Then they will be welcomed in; 
 The toil and strife all over. 
 
 All the sin and heartache past. 
 Then there will be joyful meetings 
 
 When the Home Call sounds at last. 
 
 *Tis said that in November 
 There comes a special day 
 
 In which we should be thankful 
 With all our hearts alway. 
 
 And this is as it should be, 
 This custom of good cheer, 
 
 To praise the bounteous Giver 
 For blessings of the year. 
 
 So we won't forget Him, 
 
 The author of us all; 
 *Tis surely right and proper 
 
 To keep it every fall. 
 
Tis fine to meet with loved ones 
 Around our humble boards, 
 
 And naught on earth can equal 
 The joy that home affords. 
 
 The home-made bread and butter; 
 
 O, how the moments fly. 
 When at the table seated 
 
 We eat the pumpkin pie! 
 
 And taste the cakes and apples 
 And num'rous other things. 
 
 And join the merry laughter — 
 Time surely must have wings. 
 
 For soon the day is over. 
 
 And friends must part forsooth; 
 But ever lingers with us. 
 
 To age from early youth. 
 
 The joy of these reunions; 
 
 The blessings which they bring, 
 The lowly home and loved ones 
 
 Are coveted by kings. 
 
 I think each day should bring us 
 A glad thanksgiving time; 
 
 For O, His love and mercies 
 From day to day are mine. 
 
 And so from year's commencement 
 
 Until December's old. 
 We all have cause to thank Him 
 
 For blessings manifold. 
 
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Wiitn 3esu0 Comeg 
 
 No heart shall ache when Jesus comes; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 No sad heart break when Jesus comes; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 No tear drops dim our waking eyes, 
 No sound of grief or sorrow's sighs, 
 But rapturous songs shall fill the skies; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home. 
 
 No death's cold wave when Jesus comes; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 No lonely grave w^hen Jesus comes; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 No long farewell, the fond heart crushed, 
 No sad refrain, "dust unto dust;" 
 But glorious meeting with the just; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home. 
 
 O, glorious time when Jesus comes! 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 O sight sublime! when Jesus comes. 
 
 We'll all be gathered home. 
 O, hasten on, great day so blest. 
 And bring the saint's eternal rest! 
 O, let me hide in Jesus' breast. 
 
 When we are gathered home. 
 
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 At The Master's Feet 23 
 
 Almost Home .--._. 29 
 
 At His Coming - - - - - - -43 
 
 An Outing .--.--. 51 
 
 Asleep -------.67 
 
 Alone - - - - - -- 73 
 
 Autumn Leaves - - - - - - 74 
 
 Burial of Autumn, The - - - - - 75 
 
 Comfort -.-.--.12 
 
 Compensation ------ 23 
 
 Come, Lord Jesus - - - - - - 38 
 
 Comfort, (To A Friend) ----- 43 
 
 Call to Service, A - - - - -.57 
 
 Children's Song ------ 62 
 
 Child's Memories of A Storm, A - - - - 72 
 
 Consecration ------ §2 
 
 Day Dawns ------- 35 
 
 Divine Artist, The ------ 46 
 
 Day of His Coming, The - - - - - 51 
 
 Dusty Road, A------ 58 
 
 Expected Guest, The ------ 8 
 
 Going Home Together ------ g 
 
 Great Consumation, The ----- 25 
 
 Garden in Fact and Fancy, The - - - - 28 
 
 Gospel Message ------ 49 
 
 Girlie 60 
 
 Gleam of Light, A------ 78 
 
 Homesick ------.30 
 
 Hope -._.... 36 
 
 He is Coming Again - - - - - - 44 
 
 He's Coming ------ 50 
 
 Heart of Love ------_63 
 
 How Many ------- 76 
 
 Home Beyond, The - - - - - - 81 
 
I Know Not 21 
 
 In the Books ---._. 32 
 
 Independence Ode - - - - - - 42 
 
 Just Write a Letter Home - . . . 27 
 
 Joy of My Lord, The 36 
 
 Jesus is Coming Again ----- 54 
 
 Just Fifty Years -_.-.. 65 
 
 Light Cometh --.-... 24 
 
 Looking Forward ------ 40 
 
 Lines on Anniversary - - - - - - 55 
 
 Lighting a Candle ------ 66 
 
 Love-Light of Home, The - - - - - 68 
 
 Lives of a City, The 71 
 
 My Michigan - - - - -- -7 
 
 My Heaven Land ------ 14 
 
 Motherless ------- 26 
 
 My Guardian Angel ----- 31 
 
 Memories - - - - - - -56 
 
 Master's Call, The - . - - - 59 
 
 No Half Hearted Service 20 
 
 Our Boys ------- 6 
 
 Our Mountain Home ----- H 
 
 Only a Tramp 33 
 
 Only a Little Flower ----- 52 
 
 Our Baby ------- 66 
 
 Only - - - 69 
 
 Old Fire Place, The 70 
 
 Overcomers, The ------ 83 
 
 Protected ------- 9 
 
 Part of the Ways, The 18 
 
 Pleasure Missed, A - - - - - - 64 
 
 Presentation Verses from the Bible - - - 84 
 
Redeeming the Time - 
 
 Snow Lesson, The 
 Story Ever New, The 
 String of Pearls, A 
 Sabbath Walk, A - 
 Signs of His Coming 
 Such A Wonderful Saviour 
 
 Trust 
 
 To a Missionary's Bride 
 
 Tested - 
 
 To a Bride - 
 
 That Beautiful Home - 
 
 To the Little Ones - 
 
 Thouhgts of Mother 
 
 Two Weavers 
 
 When Mother Tucked Us In 
 What I Saw 
 Wee Stranger, The 
 Wonders of the Out of Doors 
 
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