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AUTUMN LEAVES 
 
 FROM 6^^ 
 
 AN EASTERN MAPLE f^o 
 
 A Collection of Songs and Verses 
 for the Home Folks 
 
 BY 
 
 Lucina Moon 
 
 Copyright 1922 
 By Mrs. Lucina Moon 
 
 PACIFIC UNION COLLEGE PRESS 
 ST. HELENA, CALIF. 
 
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 q)EDICATION 
 
 TO the memory of my beloved mother who, though 
 asleep these many years, 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 ^hen the ''Home 
 Call" shall sound; 
 
 This booklet is 'Dedicated. 
 
 FEB 23 1922 
 (eir,U654737 
 

 
 
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Cfie ^noto H^gsion 
 
 '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. 
 
 The 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 was 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 wondrous magic ponder 
 
 Have learned its lesson in the winter 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 when with 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 we'll cherish 
 
 And ask that He may make us "white as snow." 
 
I love the boys, with their rush and noise, 
 
 And their hearts brimming o'er writh 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 always 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 w^ith tongue or pen?" 
 We must aWays remember they w^ill grow^ up. 
 
 Our boys v/ill 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 with the kindly deed ? 
 There's no room for the sluggard or trifler now. 
 
 But for honest boys, and then 
 No matter w^here their w^ays 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. 
 
^p J(pBictigan 
 
 TUNE; MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND 
 
 O how my longing heart is stirred 
 By thought of thee, or written word, 
 
 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 woods, thy fields, thy dales, 
 And wild flowers blooming in thy vales, 
 Thy sunny slope, and darksome fen,— 
 These, these are thine, fair Michigan! 
 
 1 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 with 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 weary feet may never rest, 
 My longing heart will turn again 
 
 And sigh for thee, dear Michigan! 
 
I Cfjeg. 4:15=18 
 
 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 sleepini 
 
 Shall arise the loved of yore 
 From the valley and the mountain; 
 
 Death can never hold them more. 
 
 Where the mighty billow^s 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 w^e'll see them rising. 
 
 With their robes so white and fair; 
 And w^e 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 dear ones gathered, 
 
 And to meet them we shall rise; 
 Then w^e'll all go home together 
 
 To the fields of Paradise. 
 
 Cf)E Cxpectetr O^ttesit 
 
 Often as I set the table 
 
 1 have placed an extra plate 
 
 For the one w^ho sometimes cometh 
 Though his coming may be late. 
 
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Sometimes comes a "w^eary 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 w^elcome spot. 
 
 Young or old, it does not matter; 
 
 Just the need of homely cheer 
 Is w^hat 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. 
 
 I^rntetteb 
 
 How many times, we cannot tell, 
 
 God's angels intervene 
 And press the powers of darkness back, 
 
 While they step in between. 
 
 And many times our fates were 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. 
 
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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 sw^eets that those w^hoVe tasted only know^. 
 Where the stories told beside the fire in that log cabin 
 home 
 Held memories dear to those w^ho listened there; 
 And though years might come and vanish, still w^e'd 
 wish no more to roam, 
 But would gladly meet around that old armchair. 
 
 There w^as 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 w^hen once 
 the w^ork w^as done, 
 And w^e gathered in the same accustomed place. 
 O, then we sang full many a song M^th 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 aw^ay, but ne'er can I 
 forget 
 That gentle touch upon my lip and brow^; 
 The loving voice which taught me then, its memories 
 linger yet 
 Though frosts of age my hair is w^hitening now^. 
 That darling mother long ago w^as laid away to rest, 
 But o'er my life a radiant light is shed 
 len 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 J:Sountain I^ome 
 
 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 where kin, earth's pleasures spurning, 
 
 Sought our home for joys so sw^eet. 
 
 And one day my prayer w^as offered 
 To the One w^hence 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 w^eariness to rest; 
 Led us w^here sw^eet flow^ers w^ere 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, with ferns and mosses. 
 Where the sunlight scarcely crosses. 
 And the limpid water tosses, 
 
 Sparkling in a thousand rills. 
 
 And close by a humble cottage 
 Marks the place we call our home; 
 
 All around sweet flowers 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 w^eary way. 
 And hearts bowed down with sorrow 
 
 Can see the silver sheen 
 All lightened with His glory, 
 
 Though dark clouds intervene. 
 
 "ril come again," the Master, 
 
 To His disciples said, 
 "To quickly change the living, 
 
 And aw^ake 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 bow^s the drooping head; 
 We mark each tiny grass-mound. 
 
 And leave them there to w^ait, 
 But know^ing He w^ho careth 
 
 Will surely come, though late. 
 
 A little moment only 
 
 Shall death in triumph reign, 
 When with a shout of rapture 
 
 Our Lord w^ill 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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Crust 
 
 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." 
 
 I do not know the w^ay. 
 
 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 aWays near. 
 
 And when temptations come, 
 
 As come they must. 
 He leaves me not alone, 
 
 For Him I trust. 
 Through sickness, doubt, and fear 
 
 His hand holds me; 
 So through life's devious w^ays 
 
 His child I'd be. 
 
 And though the darkness come, 
 
 Trusting Him still, 
 I'll rest content in Him, 
 
 Doing His w^ill. 
 Though Christ I cannot see. 
 
 He holds my hand. 
 And when the morning breaks, 
 
 I'll understand. 
 
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p I^eaben Hauls 
 
 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 when upon thy shore 1 stand 
 And thrills my soul with glad delight 
 I'll 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 we might ransomed be; 
 
 And when upon the cloud so grand 
 His form is seen, so radiant then, 
 He'll surely say, " I've 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 v/ill open w^ide 
 And in God's presence w^e'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 w^hom 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 w^e'U sing in heaven land. 
 
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'Cfie ^torp Cber |^f to 
 
 "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 within a manger lying 
 
 He was sought by wise 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 1 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 w^e loved His life to trace! 
 
 Of the miracles I told them, 
 
 And His w^ondrous 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 w^ave 
 
 When from sleep He w^as aw^akened. 
 His disciples' lives to save; 
 
 And one day w^hen 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, bow^ing 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 w^ho slew^ Him, 
 
 "For they know not w^hat 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 w^ith w^onder 
 As I told these words of cheer. 
 
 Let us each prepare to meet Him, 
 For His coming now^ draw^s near. 
 
 [TO I. L. J.] 
 
 Out from thy home sw^eet and tender 
 
 Go you a bride today; 
 Out and away from the dear ones, 
 
 Nor can w^e bid thee stay. 
 
 Go, for the call of the Master 
 
 Bids you to seek and to save! 
 Go w^ith 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 w^ith you. 
 
 And w^hen the victory's w^on, 
 Ma> you have gained sheaves for the Master, 
 
 And hear the glad "Well done." 
 
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Cije Part o' tfjc Wav& 
 
 I saw a stricken mother bend 
 
 Low o'er her babe with anguished brow^, 
 A w^hispered prayer to heaven send 
 
 For strength to bear w^hat comes, — e'en now 
 I see the color fade and go, 
 
 The sw^eet eyes close, w^hile 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 w^ay he leaves his home; 
 His sheltered childhood left behind. 
 
 He thinks e'en in these early days, 
 ** The world is bright, and I shall find 
 
 Much joy at the part o' the ways-" 
 
 Says one w^ho long the w^orld had tried 
 
 And found its gains like bubbles fair. 
 Its joy elusive, "Woe betide 
 
 The one who trusts its baleful snare.'* 
 Footsore and w^eary 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 swing, 
 
 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 trust, 
 
 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 w^e journey, 
 
 From the mist the heads arise 
 Of the lower range of mountains, 
 
 peering upward toward the skies. 
 And in fancy I look downw^ard 
 
 On old ocean's romp and roar. 
 And I seem to see strong swimmers 
 
 Battling 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 charm the vision 
 
 Stretches out the changeful scene. 
 Lowly cot and goodly mansion, 
 
 While green meadows lie between; 
 And at eve as homew^ard w^ending 
 
 Up the mountain's grand old height, 
 Purple haze enw^rapping 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 w^aits, 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 w^rought. 
 
 There is joy in the service of doing our best, 
 There are great opportunities w^aiting our quest; 
 Let this be our motto as long as we live, 
 "No half-hearted service I'll give." 
 
 The "loud cry" is sounding. The ranks let us fill! 
 Hasten on, looking upw^ard, each doing His w^ill! 
 There are evils to shun, but a heaven's in view^, 
 And naught but true service w^ill do. 
 
 With a steady persistence, press on tow^ard the gates; 
 For beyond them the joy of eternity w^aits. 
 And the ones whom the King in His beauty shall see 
 No half-hearted Christians will be. 
 
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3 kmia J^ot 
 
 I know not, Lord, how dark the night 
 Through which my feet may grope; 
 
 But this I know. Thou art my light, 
 Thy w^ord my only hope. 
 
 I know not. Lord, the devious paths 
 O'er w^hich my w^ay may tend ; 
 
 But this I know, thy w^ord is sure; 
 Thou' It 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 ot 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:H 
 
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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 w^hen they cry, 
 
 Nor lack they aught w^ho to him fly. 
 
 Psalms 147:9 
 
 Through gloom of night my cry arose 
 
 To Him w^ho rules. The way seemed dark. 
 
 No hand outstretched to aid seemed near, 
 No mother's love, the thorns w^ere sharp ; 
 
 Though father, mother, thee forsake, 
 
 The Lord thy cause w^ill 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 w^hen 1 cried. 
 
 Psalms 94: 1 8 
 
 Temptations strong may to us come; 
 
 Close sheltered by the Rock w^e hide; 
 No storm can w^reck or tempest drown 
 
 If close we stay at his dear side; 
 Tempted and tried that w^e, 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, w^here'er I rove, 
 O'er desert drear or mountain w^ild, 
 
 I feel Thy hand and know Thy love. 
 Thy loving kindness, O, so free. 
 And with that love Thou draw^est me. 
 
 Jer. 31:3 
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There is work and toil in the clay'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 we can help while we cheer them; 
 
 Though our own courage lacks, we 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. 
 
 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 w^ell 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. 
 
 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 west a strip appears 
 
 Of the azure 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 w^ay seems dreary ever. 
 Still the light may come, and my life flow^ on 
 
 Like a bright and shining river. 
 
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AUUD 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 w^ho 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 w^ho 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 w^ait salvation from above. 
 
 Redemption from earth's night. 
 
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No one lists to hear the footsteps 
 
 As they patter down the hall, 
 No one watches as the sunshine 
 
 Throw^s its shadows on the w^all. 
 No one talks to us at eventime 
 
 And smoothes each sleepy head, 
 For the one w^ho used to care for us is deac 
 
 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 woes to share, 
 
 And no gentle voice like mother's 
 Warns us w^hen w^e 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 1 miss her gentle voice the livelong day. 
 
 When the morning breaks in heaven 
 
 I shall see my mother's face; 
 There w^ill be no veil betw^een 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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ausit l©rtte 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 w^ord goes, "Children dear, 
 
 Do w^rite 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 new^s to us has come; 
 Fm 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 w^ay, 
 
 "And did you get the letters 
 
 We've looked for many a day?" 
 "Not one ' — with face so sober, 
 "I thought, some news would come; 
 
 I'll write again and tell them how^ 
 We long for them at home." 
 
 If they could see the sadness, 
 
 'Tw^ould move them at the sight, 
 'Tv/ould stop the hands so busy, 
 
 And they'd take time to write. 
 Their steps are grow^ing slow^er. 
 
 The time w^ill surely come 
 When you'll be glad if you'v not failed 
 
 To w^rite to those at home. 
 
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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 sw^iftly, 
 
 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 w^ill — 
 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, 
 
 "Sw^eetest of flow^ers 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 flow^ers 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 — 
 
 Hov/ could v/e slight them so long! 
 For in an old-fashioned garden 
 
 Surely these flow^ers belong. 
 
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Gaillardias flaunt their bright colors 
 
 Anear 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. 
 
 Do you know^ the night is coming, 
 
 Night of sin and bitter w^oe, 
 When you see the daylight failing 
 
 And you know not w^here to go? 
 Can you read the signs portending 
 
 That the hour is draw^ing near 
 When our bark will cast its anchor? — 
 
 Soon the Master w^ill 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 w^ill vanish 
 
 All w^ill fade and pass aw^ay. 
 But the love of God is faithful 
 
 And endures through endless day. 
 
 Though we hear the billow^s 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 w^e'll leave earth's cares and sorrow^s 
 And w^e'U reach the heavenly shore. 
 
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l^omegick 
 
 Far, far away in the land of my birth, 
 
 Thought in fancy strays 
 
 Where the woodland shadow plays. 
 Though I have w^andered so far o'er the earth 
 
 Spending many w^eary days, 
 Music of the fields is calling me to come; 
 
 Autumn's tinged the leaves in my childhood's 
 happy home; 
 
 Fain w^ould I go thy dear pathw^ays to roam 
 Sheltered from life's busy hum. 
 
 When death's dark shadow my young life o'ercast, 
 
 Quick to nature's heart 
 
 1 fled from earth apart. 
 She with soft breezes my hot cheek caressed 
 
 Soothing me w^ith 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 w^hen the shadow^s 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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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 w^ayward 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 v/ould come 
 
 And point my eyes to home of rest 
 And gently take my hand and say, 
 
 "This way, this w^ay is aWays best." 
 
 While yet adown the path I trod. 
 
 Pleasures of earth my way beset 
 Till thoughts of heaven seemed banished quite 
 
 Amid the w^hirl, could 1 forget? 
 Ah no, the voice in tender tones 
 
 Spoke of a haven v/here is rest 
 And then of chasm escaped and said, 
 
 "The upw^ard w^ay is always best." 
 
 The w^ay is long, my w^eary feet 
 
 Have often stumbled, and my heart 
 Has often bled with arrows pierced, 
 
 Still, striving to do well my part, 
 I onw^ard press, though round me lie 
 
 Sin's pitfalls w^hich 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 with 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.' 
 
 31n tfie 2^oofeg 
 
 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 words 
 Have been set down against my nam^e, 
 
 Thy book of truth records! 
 
 And angry words, 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 wicked words, 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. 
 
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 ways that his feet have trod. 
 Temptation's fierce power that brought him here, 
 
 Dead on the roadw^ay 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 white. 
 
 Lay him away, and drop a tear 
 
 For the mother we have not known; 
 
 Scatter some flowers 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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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 fevsr, 
 
 And naught had we to pay with; 
 And though for us plain fare would do. 
 
 Our stock had naught to stay with. 
 
 " 'Tis surely looking desperate," 
 
 I thought at early w^aking; 
 There's One our cause w^ill 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 wherewithal! 
 
 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 w^ere 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 w^ord 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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[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^ w^ith tears each blossom overstrew^n 
 
 And leave it for the angel w^atchers there. 
 Yes, faithfully they'll guard the silent tomb. 
 
 Oh mother, w^eep not o'er the loved one gone 
 Who w^as called to rest in infancy so sweet, 
 
 The sin and toil and dangers of life's path 
 Has now^ escaped. Low^ rest the little feet. 
 
 Oh angel of the Lord, watch well 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 3iip of Mv Hori" 
 
 I have heard of a city of light, 
 
 With its streets made of glittering gold, 
 
 Of the angels in garments of w^hite. 
 
 And the songs that w^ill never grow old; 
 
 There fresh glories unfold in that city of gold, 
 But the joy of my Lord w^ill 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 w^ill 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 w^onder 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 Miht 
 
 [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 aw^ay?" 
 
 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 w^atch over you 
 
 As you go on your loving quest. 
 
 To seek out the wanderers for whom 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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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 dwell in those mansions so fair, 
 
 To live in that w^onderful place; 
 We'll gaze on the flowers w^ith fragrance so rare 
 
 And rest in His tender embrace. 
 
 We long for the time w^hen earth's w^arfare 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 w^ork 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 w^e shall see; 
 The one w^ho in gentleness lifted me up, 
 
 Whose body w^as 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 we'll join in the songs 
 
 Of praises to Jesus, our Friend; 
 We'll walk in the light of His glorious face 
 
 When trials and sorrow^s shall end. 
 Oh, come precious Saviour, our hearts sadly cry, 
 
 Come quickly, Lord Jesus, w^e pray. 
 The night clouds are threat'ning, and dangers are nigh; 
 
 We earnestly long for the day. 
 
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Cfjat 25eautiful #omc 
 
 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 I have helped to prepare, 
 To shine in His kingdom forever 
 
 Will be pleasure enough for me there. 
 
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Then help nie, clear Saviour, to hasten 
 
 I his message oi mercy to give. 
 To the East, to the West, send the story, 
 
 Whosoever lepenteth shall live. 
 Let ciark frozen tielcis of the Northland 
 
 And the South Avith its breezes so rare 
 Hear the cry going forth to the nations, 
 
 "All ye lands, for your Saviour prepare. 
 
 HooUms JFcBrliuirb 
 
 This cold dark earth with all its sorrc^w 
 
 Soon, soon shall pass away. 
 And we shall greet a glad tomorrow 
 
 If all is right today. 
 
 I vsrould not wish one fleeting moment 
 
 Of time to backw^ard roll. 
 For just ahead my Saviour beckons 
 
 To eveo' wt^aiy soul. 
 
 Yes, just ahead His soft voice pleading 
 
 Tells of His wondrous love 
 In offering life and joy eternal 
 
 And mansions bright above. 
 Anc4 just ahead our loved ones gathered. 
 
 Redemption's song shall sing; 
 Hands clasped •wiih joy, no more to sever 
 
 From Jesus Christ our King. 
 Act ^vell 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 w^ill soon give entrance 
 
 To an eternal day. 
 
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IHelieeming tfje Cime 
 
 EPH. 5 : 16 
 
 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 draws near, 
 A world to warn of coming danger 
 
 While mercy still is here. 
 O, haste and take the Saviour's word 
 
 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 w^ork, the day declineth; 
 
 Soon v/e shall see his face. 
 His hands and feet with wounds 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 sw^eet for me. 
 
 When from us you cease to roam. 
 From the sweet magnolia tree 
 
 Bring a message back to me. 
 
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31nDepenbence ^ht 
 
 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. 
 Hew^ed out w^ith 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 v/ashed the stain 
 
 With mighty hand. 
 Years swiftly 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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 V-. 4 
 
Mt ^is Coming 
 
 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 w^ho 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 which the ransomed shall sing. 
 Would you be the ones w^ho shall join in the singing 
 
 Of anthems of praise to the One w^ho w^as 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 dw^ell in the heavenly mansions 
 
 And bid you sit down with 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 waves 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 w^aters glide. 
 Be not dismayed though storms around three roar 
 Grasp oar and pull, thy goal the eternal shore. 
 
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i^e as Comins Mmin 
 
 Ever nearer and dearer this truth conies to me, 
 
 In this world full of sorrow and woe; 
 Very soon w^ill the Saviour His presence reveal 
 
 To the faithful ones w^aiting 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 regardeth 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 w^ill come 
 
 With a train of the angelic throng! 
 O, be w^atchful, be prayerful, be earnest and true, 
 
 And we'll 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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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 woodland flowers, their faces turning upward 
 
 Exhale sweet incense to the Lord of light. 
 I must walk 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 sweetest sound. 
 The murmuring in the pine-trees ever seeming 
 
 Like choirs invisible, that to my heart 
 Speak of an angel fcand of white-robed singers 
 
 Who in God's grand cathedral have a part. 
 And when full soon my restful walk is over 
 
 And I 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 would 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 allowed! 
 
 How sweet the scent of shrub and flower. 
 How kind the hand, and great the power 
 
 That makes their beauties glow. 
 Could we but understand the love 
 That watches o'er us from above 
 
 His tender mercies know. 
 Prove at His feet we'd humbly kneel, 
 His love toward us He doth reveal, 
 
 That washes white as snow. 
 
 45 
 
The sky was "weeping, the earth was damp 
 And the horses she led w^ent tramp, tramp, tramp. 
 Their hoofs resounded w^ith 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 w^ee ponds of w^ater at night had been. 
 There the Master's hand in His works 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 w^orld 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 tljc Hittle <!^nc£i 
 
 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 heeird. 
 
 And O, what joy is given 
 To his dear heart of love 
 
 When children strive to please Him 
 Who dwells in light above. 
 
 1 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, 
 
 'Twould 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, free from guile. 
 A precious jew^el 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 'tw^as kindly given. 
 
 Such svsreetness only bloomed to fade aw^ay, dear. 
 As fade the stars w^hen 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 w^hen the trump shall sound, — the dear ones 
 
 w^aking, 
 Friend clasping friend now never more to part. 
 
 An angel in his shining robe of whiteness 
 Shall bear your darling to your loving breast; 
 
 And through the endless years of bloom and 
 
 brightness 
 God shall your toil reward w^ith perfect rest. 
 
 Frisky little squirrels, playing 'mid the trees 
 How^ my heart is gladdened by your mimicries 
 Gathering nuts delicious from your shady bow^ers 
 Jolly little fellow^s 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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TUNE: 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; 
 Av/ake, 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 will come. 
 Go tell it to earth's w^eary ones. 
 To them this w^ord 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 w^ill 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 mciimed, 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 JOE < 
 
 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 aw^ay the day of grace. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 He's coming! He's coming! 
 
 The one for w^hom 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 w^hen 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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Bn O^utins 
 
 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 we wander 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 waiting to guide us home. 
 
 While birds are hov'ring 
 
 Wee nestlings, covVing 
 Their downy heads, tucked in their beds. 
 Come, let us hasten v/hile we may 
 Ere gath'ring darkness close the day. 
 
 Cfje l^ap of i^is Comins 
 
 O, the day of my Lord is fast nearing 
 When in glory resplendent and grand 
 
 He shall come, — for we 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, 
 
 A.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! 
 
 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. 
 
 <^lp a Hittlc iFlotoer 
 
 Only a little flower, 
 
 A pink in its purity, 
 A fragrant snow^-w^hite 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 which her gentle hand 
 Did all it could to prepare me 
 
 For a home in that better land. 
 How her sweet, low words 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. 
 
 Cf)ougf)tsi of i©otf)er 
 
 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 wild birds sing and sway 
 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 we with her were called to part. 
 The years have drifted swiftly 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 we each, our mother's Saviour find, 
 And in our hearts His precepts bind. 
 
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3|esu2i a Coming Hgain 
 
 TUNE: "CHRIST IN SONG," NO. 560 
 
 Jesus is coining in glory, 
 Join in the joyful refrain; 
 
 Tell to the world the glad story, 
 Soon He is coming to reign. 
 
 Chorus 
 
 Tell the good news, tell the good news. 
 Tell the good new^s of His coming. 
 Sing it o'er land and o'er main; 
 Coming again! Coming again! 
 Tell the good new^s to the nations, 
 Jesus is coming again. 
 
 Once as a babe in the manger 
 Low^ly they laid Him to rest; 
 
 Sweet w^as the sleep of the stranger 
 Watched by the angels so blest. 
 
 Once in the desert He hungered, 
 There He w^as tempted and tried ; 
 
 Once of His ow^n w^as rejected, 
 And for poor sinners He died. 
 
 Raised 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 sw^eet story of love, 
 
 Gathering sheaves for the Master; 
 Soon will He come from above. 
 
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Hineg on BinniberSarp 
 
 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; 
 WeVe 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 weVe passed along 
 
 Beside our path have been, dear; 
 Full many flowers 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 whatever came, John; 
 So if our hoards of gold are none. 
 
 We'll e'en be happy yet, John; 
 For greater wealth 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 ways 
 
 With joys both true and grand, dear. 
 
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jfllSemories 
 
 "Hush my dear," mother sang in the old rocking- 
 chair, 
 
 With her babe softly folded to rest, 
 And the sweet 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 He; 
 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 I 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 1 sit in the twilight and think of the ones 
 
 Who once brightened our home v^th 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 Hfe's toilsome journey shall cease, 
 
 May the loved ones all meet, sundered far though 
 we be, 
 In the home of rich blessings and peace. 
 
 M Call Co ^erbict 
 
 MUSIC: "my old SOUTHERN HOME" 
 
 There are many people in the homeland 
 Who this message sw^eet have never heard ; 
 
 And their hearts are filled with pain and anguish 
 For comfort conteiined in His w^ord. 
 
 Chorus : 
 
 In His home there is room 
 For the many millions who roam. 
 Let us hasten w^ith 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 w^ind passes, 
 
 Like ocean's calm, 
 
 After storm and din, 
 When the little w^aves 
 
 Come rolling in. 
 
 So, as on w^e go, 
 
 We w^elcome gladly 
 The shady trees, 
 
 For w^e 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 w^hich to rest. 
 
 When the sun's heat parches. 
 
 There are so many joys 
 
 That e'en life's load 
 The lighter seems. 
 
 Though "a dusty road." 
 
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Zfft ^a£(ter'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 sweedy 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 
 
 fVe 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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<!Btrlie 
 
 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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^igng of #ig Coming 
 
 tunb: the little old log cabin in the lane 
 
 This world with all its trials very soon shall pass away, 
 
 And soon w^ill usher in a glorious dawn; 
 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 Saviour's coming soon to take His children home; 
 
 We haven't long to w^ork here below^. 
 So let us faithful be until our weary task is done, 
 
 And in joy with Him to heaven w^e shall go. 
 
 The marshalling of armies tells of war and deadly strife, 
 
 "Distress of nations with perplexities;" 
 The sea and w^aves 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 with 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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lisim to tlie claldht«Ei''s saiis» 
 
 Hear tii«r Kaq^HNT ^Kiice^: 
 Jean in coTtcotd sweet and ^ctohj 
 
 rTsjis-^ci :j ir.:;-:: heaver. 1^ N.:r.g. 
 Let hfis couorts -widi music ring 
 
 r : . : :^ L- : .: f *! in tiie.: : r- -'^ n*- e : < 
 
 \\ - 
 
 ;% r-e.^s 
 
 ■%v 
 
 ^ rc%s-ex. 
 
 d2 
 
^tavt of Hobe 
 
 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 own. 
 
 The days are dark with threat'ning doom, 
 
 And war-clouds blot the skies. 
 But we will not fear though the worst may come 
 
 For our Father hears our cries. 
 
 And His heart of love still yearns to save 
 
 The weakest of us all; 
 And there's not a need that our souls can crave 
 
 But He hears us when we call. 
 
 "^ift Wtt Stranger 
 
 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 m the Master's hands sheltered thou'lt be; 
 
 Naught can my baby harm, kept by His watchcare, 
 Sweet litde 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 sweetly thy head. 
 
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M Pleasure HSisigeb 
 
 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 w^ere yet unfinished, 
 And though clouds of beautious hue 
 
 Were unfolding in the Heavens, 
 I had still some w^ork to do. 
 
 Just a step outside the door-way. 
 Just a moment freed from care, 
 
 Would have filled my soul with rapture 
 At the glory shining there. 
 
 But I failed to catch its beauty, 
 
 And 'tw^as lost to me for aye. 
 But the lesson that it carried. 
 
 Stayed w^ith me for many a day. 
 
 Stop, and read the blessed tokens. 
 
 He in love hangs out for you; 
 Answer not the voices calling 
 
 "There's too much that I must do." 
 
 List the w^arbler sings his carol. 
 See the flow^ers 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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ausit iFiftp gears; 
 
 Just fifty years of hopes and fears, 
 
 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 w^as 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 w^aves enfold you. 
 
 Safe Pilot, He, o'er life's rough sea. 
 And strong His arms w^ill hold you. 
 
 Through toil or rest. He know^eth 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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Hisftting a Canble 
 
 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 with 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 wee sweet baby girl is she, 
 But though she is so very small. 
 
 She's just as good as she can be. 
 Her smile so glad, 'twill 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 w^ait 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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Biktp 
 
 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 jewel, the light of their home. 
 
 Loving the Hand which 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. 
 
 Stormb will 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 way; 
 
 Blest be the hand that gave, blessed that taketh, 
 Laid up our treasure, awaiting that day. 
 
 Joys without 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 will 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 1lobe=lisf)t bf #ome 
 
 Keep the love-light of home brightly burning. 
 Trim its well rounded circle with care 
 
 Lest the rootlets of peacefulness spurning 
 You are 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 w^e'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. 
 
 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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O^nlp 
 
 A little maid, as she strolled along, 
 Passed by a field of blooming clover; 
 
 The larks vv^ere singing their sweetest song, 
 And butterflies fluttered the wide field over. 
 
 Oh, happy the maid on that summer day, 
 And her young voice joined w^ith 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 w^rong. 
 And hearts were 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 w^ork of love, 
 
 To the poorw^ho w^ere 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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'^fje <^lh iFire matt 
 
 '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 wrhen the shadows took their flight. 
 
 From the open door ^vhen storms were high, 
 And snow^-drifts heaped the ground with w^hite, 
 
 Its blaze reaching out to the w^anderer, 
 
 Shed a ruddy gleam through the darksome night. 
 
 Within its bright and pleasant glow^ 
 
 A happy band of children played ; 
 A father loved its w^armth to know, 
 
 When softly came the evening shade. 
 
 A mother's gentle face a-beam 
 
 With love-light, view^s her jew^els fair, 
 
 And over all the fire-light gleams 
 
 And sheds its radiance rich and rare. 
 
 * Hi >K * 
 
 But gone are all those happy days; 
 
 Scattered the loved ones far and w^ide, 
 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 w^e nevermore shall know. 
 
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 isaf'.~Kr.'*-'''f*^5*.3'*'»r"-"ti ' 
 
 
 
<€iit Hifaeg of a Citp 
 
 From my window I look on a city, 
 
 When the shadows of evening come down, 
 
 And look on the streets all a glitter with 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 whispers, "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 w^ho 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 who 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 Ciiilb's; Mtmovit& 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. 
 
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 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 w^ondrous 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 w^aters 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 crah! 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 w^hich low^er 
 
 An emblem of God's mighty power; 
 
 And hear His voice through tempests roar 
 
 Speaking peace, as He spoke in days of yore, 
 
 And an emblem true w^ill the promise hold, 
 
 A bow in the clouds to my eyes unfold. 
 
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 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 answer to my call; 
 1 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, were my work 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 heart. 
 
 Mutumn 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 w^ay 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 leaf 
 
 May blossom in green and gold. 
 
 So like the leaves, we are blithe and gay, 
 
 Or sad, as the rain-dirop 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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Cfie 2?urial of Autumn 
 
 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 with golden store, 
 
 'Tis filled to its topmost rib. 
 
 Tli^e products of farm and garden are brought 
 
 Through the cellar's open door. 
 Until, with 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. 
 
 ^o( winter will come, and the warm fire-light 
 Must be fed from the autumn's hoard; 
 
 And old and young will be sung and bright. 
 As they gather around the board. 
 
 So the autumn's here and is dying 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 w^e now^ behold, 
 
 Whose faces we love so well, 
 Shall w^alk w^ith Him in the City of Gold 
 
 In those mansions of glory dw^ell. 
 
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 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 w^hite at the Master's feet 
 
 Unite in the glad new^ song? 
 
 How^ many are those w^ho on pleasure bent 
 
 On the surging sea of life, 
 Shall turn their steps in the narrow way 
 
 As they go through this world of strife? 
 
 How many w^ill 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 w^ords "Well Done," 
 
 To see His smile and to hear Him say, 
 "Come enter my glorious home?" 
 
 Only a kind w^ord spoken 
 
 Only a gentle deed. 
 But it showed the way to Jesus 
 
 To one w^ho was sore in need. 
 
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i»jirii^* » ,^ * iA/i ^4i 
 
Ci)c l©onbers of 0ut of J^oorfi 
 
 I love the country, full and free, 
 
 Where we can breathe the freshest air, 
 Where wonders manifold w^e see, 
 
 For there is beauty everyw^here. 
 I w^alk through fields and woods close by, 
 
 Bright flow^ers 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 w^ondrous fine, 
 And perfected, in every w^ay, 
 
 For He w^ho made them is divine. 
 Each spire of grass that nature w^eaves. 
 
 Into a carpet for our feet. 
 All clinging moss and verdant leaves 
 
 Are emblems of the Infinite. 
 
 And when I think of His great pow^er 
 
 That formed the atom and the oak. 
 The mountains which above us tower, 
 
 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 w^e gain our ends, 
 
 He blesses all our honest toil. 
 The grow^ing grain, and ripened v/heat, 
 
 And fruit and vines for food of man, 
 His helpers, we, in labor sweet 
 
 All work together in His plan. 
 
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M <!5leam of Tiigfyt 
 
 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, w^orn and tired, w^ith the burden 
 That he had carried many a weary day, 
 
 Tookheart,and hastened tow^ard the light that glimmered 
 And shone invitingly along the way. 
 
 A feeble knock, for he was spent with travel; 
 
 The door w^as opened at his lightest touch, 
 "Come in and rest thee," his soul was weary, 
 
 And so he came, for he had longed so much 
 
 To reach a place of rest, and he w^as hungry. 
 And food w^ithin his w^eary hands w^as 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 w^ithin. 
 
 And drank his fill beside the Living Fountain, 
 Which cleansed and purified from every sin. 
 
 The Bread of Life he ate, then w^ent 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 w^as 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 w^ay seems brighter, 
 
 And all before me 
 
 The path grows lighter, 
 
 And full of gladness 
 
 I'll follow^ onward, ^ 
 
 I'll follow Jesus 
 
 All the way. 
 
 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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^too Wta\}tv6 
 
 A weaver sits by her loom and works 
 
 Her hands fly swifdy the w^hole day long 
 
 Through storm and calm, she never shirks, 
 And her shuttle sings a merry song. 
 
 And even bright colors or dark she w^eaves 
 Over and over the whole 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 w^ork 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 w^e may become. 
 Too much of the darkness w^oven 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 aWays light 
 Behind their rim, w^here He hides His face. 
 
 There'll be w^elcome 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 w^ater flow^s, 
 
 And trees are fresh and green: 
 And flowers w^ith 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! " w^hen Jesus comes 
 
 In glory from above. 
 
 Set your work high, nor deign to stoop 
 
 To grosser things of earth, 
 If failures come, then rise again 
 
 And make them stepping-stones to w^orth; 
 Be God's great love your hope and joy. 
 
 And faith your guiding star, my boy. 
 
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Consrcration 
 
 Not to sit down %vith folded hands 
 
 To \\'ait the Lord's anointing. 
 But ^vith feet well shod and armor bright 
 
 To do the Lord's appointing. 
 
 To w^ork \\'hile 'tis day in the haiA'est held 
 
 To go ^^'ith a faith undaunted. 
 To suffer or die if so He ^^'ills. 
 
 This is the service wanted. 
 
 None w^ho ''stand idle all the day" 
 
 Will have sheaves for the Master's pleasure; 
 
 So up and \vork! He calls, away, 
 \\ ith overflowing measure. 
 
 Filled with the Holy Spirit's power, 
 Vanished all doubts and sighing. 
 
 His will be done, from this verj^ hour 
 Our all on the altar lying. 
 
 A sluggish pond laj' in its nest 
 
 Around rose hills, with trees bestead. 
 
 Pale ^vater lillies on its breast 
 
 Their roots dug deep in slimy mud. 
 
 Yet up from the filth to God's sun light. 
 
 Stands a beautious flo^ver 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 bj^mbolized, 
 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 w^e this message send to them, 
 
 And own the spirits guidings? 
 
 A great reward awaits 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 sw^eet is given. 
 "A place is promised on His throne" 
 
 And m.ansions 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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Presientation ^tv&ti for tl)e 2?it)le 
 
 Man's word may fail, 
 
 But God's word standeth 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 water, 
 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. 
 
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Away in the grand old mountains, 
 
 Afar from earth's busy strife, 
 Thus in the heart of nature 
 
 Shall my nestlings 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 w^elcomed in; 
 The toil and strife all over. 
 
 All the sin and heartache past. 
 Then there w^ill be joyful meetings 
 
 When the Home Call sounds at last. 
 
 ^ijanfegaibinB Cime 
 
 *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 w^on't forget Him, 
 
 The author of us all; 
 'Tis surely right and proper 
 
 To keep it every fall. 
 
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'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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I©f)en ^tiUB 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 w^ave when Jesus comes; 
 
 We'll all be gathered home; 
 No lonely grave when 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) ----- 48 
 
 Call to Service, A - - -- - -57 
 
 Children's Song ------ 52 
 
 Child's Memories of A Storm, A - - - - 72 
 
 Consecration --.-_. 32 
 
 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 - - - - - - 41 
 
 Snow Lesson, The ---... 5 
 Story Ever New, The - - - . _ 15.17 
 
 String of Pearls, A - - - - - 21 & 22 
 
 Sabbath Walk, A 45 
 
 Signs of His Coming - - - - - - 61 
 
 Such A Wonderful Saviour - - _ . 79 
 
 Trust -------- 13 
 
 To a Missionary's Bride - - - . . 17 
 
 Tested - - - -- - - -34 
 
 To a Bride ---.... 37 
 
 That Beautiful Home ----- _ 39 
 
 To the Little Ones ------ 47 
 
 Thouhgts of Mother - - - - - - 53 
 
 Two Weavers -.-_._ gQ 
 
 When Mother Tucked Us In - - - - - 10 
 
 What I Saw .-.-.. 19 
 
 Wee Stranger, The - - - - - - 63 
 
 Wonders of the Out of Doors - - . _ 77 
 
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