Supplement to 
 
 "Response^ to The Blue Juniata 
 and other Poems" 
 
 BY 
 
 CYRUS CORT 
 
 Chaplain of the 
 Maryland House of Delegates 
 
 March 1914 
 
 An Eightieth Birthday Souvenir 
 
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 JUBILEE REUNION of the CLASS 
 
 of 1860 at F. & M., COLLEGE in 
 
 LANCASTER, PA., June 8th, 1910 
 
 1860 IN MEMORIAM 1910 
 
 Full fifty years ago our class 
 Received the Bachelor's degree; 
 
 Like swift-winged birds the years do pass, 
 "We meet to chant our jubilee. 
 
 The lawyers and the doctors each 
 Were two; two in the army died 
 
 Eleven boys went forth to preach 
 The gospel of the Crucified. 
 
 We meet with grateful hearts <nice more 
 
 And grasp each other by tlw Laud, 
 But not as in the days of yore, 
 
 A vouthful, undivided band. 
 For eight' have crossed life's stormy waves 
 
 And rest, we hope, with God today 
 The grass grows green above their graves, 
 
 Green be their memory for aye. 
 
 The faculty, ah! where are they 
 
 Who taught us in the days of yoreV 
 
 Not one to greet us here today 
 Forget them shall we nevermore. 
 
 The past conf routs us like a dream; 
 
 It rises like a morning star; 
 Amid these classic shades we seem 
 
 Renewed in youth as eagles are. 
 
 Our homes on earth are far apart, 
 
 In north and south, in east and west; 
 
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 But now we joiu in hand and heart. 
 And hope to meet among the blest. 
 
 No darkness dims the perfect sight. 
 
 No parting grieves true hearted friends; 
 
 Within that Land of love and light, 
 The song of triumph never ends. 
 
 But we must strive to win the prize- 
 The good, the brave, true-hearted soul 
 
 Alone can enter paradise 
 
 And gain the victor's heavely goal. 
 
 In Eden's bright and blissful bowers, 
 Beneath the many-fruited tree'" 
 
 We'll rest these weary hearts of ours 
 And chant a grander .Jubilee. 
 
 * Rev. 22:2. 
 
 THE 350TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE 
 
 HEIDELBERG CATECHISM 
 
 1563 1863 
 
 Awake! ye sons of noble sij^-es, i 
 
 Rekindle Reformation tires. 
 And cherish well our ancient creed 
 
 Which comforts hearts in time of need. 
 
 Our fathers came from near aiid far, 
 
 In days of fratricidal war, 
 Our precious creed to celebrate, 
 
 When billows rocked our Ship of State. 
 
 With grateful hearts and loyal tongue 
 The praise of Heidelberg they sung; 
 
 They dwelt on Reformation lore 
 
 And jifenerous gifts their altars bore. 
 
When peace aud pleuty crowu our laud 
 Shall we, as thaukless laggards stand? 
 
 No! Like the men of sixty-three, 
 We'll keep the Golden Jubilee. 
 
 Three hundred years, and fiity more, 
 Since godly men, in days of yore. 
 
 Proclaimed our Apostolic faith, 
 
 Our comfort true, in life and death. 
 
 Then sound the trump of Jubilee, 
 From mountain top to distant sea; 
 
 A grateful song our hearts shall raise 
 To heroes grand, in brave old days. 
 
 Like forest leaves, we come and go, 
 Ovir years are few and frail l)elow; 
 
 We soon must quit this pilgrim shore, 
 But Jesus reiL.;'us forevei'more'. 
 
 As Jewish pilgrims sought then home 
 
 Whenever Jubilee had come. 
 We'll seek our Father's house above. 
 
 Where faith and hope will change to love. 
 
 Our fathers, wh-re are they, of old? 
 
 Aud where Reformers, true and bold? 
 The path of duty firmly trod. 
 
 They rest in Christ, at home with God. 
 
 Then cherish well their martyr faith. 
 
 That nerved their souls in life and death. 
 
 To strive for truth that set men free, 
 And sound the trump of Jul)ilee. 
 
 A grander Jubilee aws.its 
 
 The souls that reach the pearly gates. 
 They join the great Thanksgiving psalm. 
 
 The Marriage Supper of the Lamb.* 
 
 * Rev. 19 : 6 &c. 
 
BID THEM COME 
 
 (Tune 132 Reformed Church Hymnal) •'Tell It Out" 
 
 Bid them come. My feast is ready, saith tlie blessed 
 Lord 
 
 Bid them come ! Bid them come ! 
 Bid them all accept the invitation, hear His word; 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come ! 
 Bid them come! the nuptial feast of Jesus draweth nigh; 
 
 Come! attend the royal wedding, hear the heralds cry. 
 Bid them come! for all are welcome at the gospel feast. 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them corne! 
 
 Bid them come and heed the Sovereign's strict and sweet 
 command, 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Come from every tribe and nation, every clime and land, 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Bid them come, entreat, compel them, saith the Kingly 
 Host, 
 Bid them come, the feast is spread with great and 
 princely cost. 
 Bid them come! My Son and Heir to honor at the feast. 
 Bid them come! Bid them come/ 
 
 Bid them come! for whosoever will may freely come; 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Bid them come! the Father calls the straying exiles home 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Bid them come fr( ni palace hall and hovel, rich and poor 
 
 Bid them come before alas! He shuts the open door. 
 Bid them come, or they shall never taste the marriage 
 feast. 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 
Bid them come before the evening ends in hopeless night. 
 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Bid them come and each shall wear a robe of spotless 
 white. 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 Bid them come! and you and they shall wear a golden 
 crown. 
 Bid them come! and before the throne, you'll cast 
 your trophies down. 
 Bid them come! and they shall bless you in the judge- 
 ment day. 
 Bid them come! Bid them come! 
 
 Matthew 22. 
 
 ON MY EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY 
 
 March 15, 1834-1914 
 
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 Already gone! my four-score years. 
 
 With all their hopes and all their fears, 
 
 With all their gladness and their tears; 
 Oh God! prepare me for the test. 
 
 To enter where the weary rest, 
 And be with Christ forever blest. 
 
 My earthly course will soon be run, 
 My thread of life will soon be spun. 
 
 Give golden setting to my sun; 
 
 That when my pilgrim state is o'er, 
 
 And earth is gone forever more. 
 
 My bark shall reach the better shore. 
 
 My hope is in the Crucified, 
 
 Upon the cross for me He died, 
 
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 And bought me with the crimson tide, 
 That issued from His pierced side, 
 
 Lord let it never he in vain 
 
 That Christ endured for me the pain, 
 
 The Lamb of God Himself was slain, 
 For me eternal life to gain. 
 
 In faith and love help me to wait, 
 
 Thy time to cross the narrow strait. 
 When death shall end my pilgrim state 
 
 And open wide the pearly gate. 
 Oh grant me Lord all needed grace 
 
 Thy coKi^venient promise to embx'ace 
 And gain at last the blessed place 
 
 Where I shall see Thee face to face. 
 
 My hope is stayed on Christ alone, 
 
 When He shall own me as His own 
 And I shall hail Him on His throne, 
 
 Then I sliall know as I am known. 
 No eye liath seen, nor ear hath heard 
 
 The joy tliat Jesus hath reserved 
 For ransomod souls, who hear the word, 
 
 "Come, 1)6 forever witli Thy Lord." 
 
 Thes. 4 : 17.