> ^ HELPS TO HAPPINESS FPANKLINA.8TILES CoipglifN? -L^-PL CDIVRIGHT DEPOSm aii...^.^^ /I. Xi^ Helps to Happiness POEMS BY FRANKLIN A. STILES MCMXII SCHULKINS & COMPANY CHICAGO COPYRIGHT, 1912 J. Arthur Schuikins ©C!.A32870^ Introduction O pretense of literary merit is made tor these poems, but tney are otrerea solely to secure a clear ana aetinite comprenension or tneir aivine message — a mes- sage or sweet ana tender love to tnose •xveary in body and soul, -svno oeing pressed ■U'ltn tne care and burdens common to man, have neitner time nor inclination to acquaint tnemselves witb tbe more profound creations of literature. Tneir variety of theme and simplicity are such tnat one unconsciously becomes enveloped m tne spell of their gracious warmth; a^vakens to tbe value of uniting love with intellect, and acquires tbe knowledge tbat our faitb in God and Man can be redeemed only by tbose bavmg loving consecrated bearts in tune witb tbe infinite, forget- ful of self, and always striving for the ■welfare of tbcir fellow-men. Tbese cbaracteristics Mr. Stiles possesses pre-eminently because nis exertions invariably culminate in ministry unto tne lowly. I bope tbat all •wbo read bis tbougbts, will realize tbat tbey -w^ere written witb no selfisb motive, but for tbe sole purpose of arousing bearts to tbe great possibilities and rewards resultant from association and fellowsbip witb tbe "Master of all good workmen." MARTYN H. BAHR Chicago, Illinois September Twentieth, 1912 Contents LIFE THOUGHTS. A Happy Heart ------ 3 Beautiful Within ----- 4 The Footpath to Peace ----- 5 The Christian ------ 7 A Bit of Sunshine . - - - - - - 6 A Better World ------ 9 My Pilot - - 10 Our Days ------- 13 The World's Golden Rule - - - - - 11 God's Plans -.--,-- 14 Everybody's Lonesome - - - - - 15 Hope Sees A Star ------ 17 Wayside Ministries - - - - - - 18 Be a Blessing - ----- 23 Silvered Clouds - - - - - - 19 Rest ------- 21 Life's Rugged Way - - - - - - 24 The Path to Success ----- 25 A Well Spent Day - - - - - - 26 Givers of Light ------ 29 Momentous Moments - - - - - - 27 Gladness of Heart ----- 30 Make Me A Child Again - - - - - 21 Life's Task ------ 35 My Heart and I- - - - - -33 Say "Thank You" To God - - - - 36 Makers of Happiness - - - - - 41 PALM BRANCHES FOR THE KING. Business for the King ----- 37 The Shadow^ of the Cross - - - - - 39 Christ the Wonderful ----- 42 Love's Broken Wing - - - - - - 43 The Sweetest Story _ _ - - - 45 THE SEASON'S VOICES. The Dawn of Spring ----- 47 Spring's Messenger - - - - - - 48 The Football of Spring ----- 49 The Temple of Spring - - - - - - 51 March _-__-_- 52 April's Easter Message - - - - - 53 April's Gift of May ------- 54 A Summer Eve - - - - - - 55 Autumn Glory -- - - - - -56 Work Well Done . _ - - - 57 The Message of the Snow - - - - - 58 A New Leaf .__.-- 59 SCRIPTURE MESSAGES. God's Love .------61 Whosoever Will ------ 60 The Man of Sorrows - - - - - - 63 The Primrose Way ------ 65 The World's Uplifter - - - - - - 67 "To Live is Christ" ----- 69 The Pilot of Galilee - - - - - - 71 "We Would See Jesus" ----- 72 God Seeth the Heart - - - - - - 73 The Beautiful Gate ----- 75 A Burried Treasure - - - - - -77 Unto the Hills - - - - - -• 78 Tomorrow - - - - - - -79 Guardian Angels ------ 80 Christ on the Shore - - - - - - 81 My Father Knows ------ 82 Tomorrow Too Late - - - - - - 83 Lights and Shadows ----- 85 Midnight Music -- - - - - -87 Refuge 89 Satisfaction - - - - - - -92 The Silver Chord - - - - . - 95 Ready for the Bridegroom - - - - - 91 FRIENDSHIP. My Friend -- - - - - - -93 Sweet Fellowship - - - - _ - % The Bond of Friendship - - - - - - S^ A Friendless Man ------ 101 Companionship -- - - - - -99 Two Companions ------ 102 PRAYER. The Hour of Prayer ------ 103 My Prayer ------- 104 My Morning Prayer ------ 105 My Evening Prayer - - - - - - 107 SUNBEAMS FOR SOUL WINNERS. Winning Souls for Jesus ----- m Jewels from the Highways - - . - 109 Take the Lad With You . - - . . 112 Where is Able Thy Brother? - - - . 113 Jesus and the Children - - - _ _ US The Waiting Saviour ----- 117 Suppose - - - - - - - -118 Shining Like the Stars ----- 119 When I Make up My Jewels ----- 120 Empty Handed ------ 121 ECHOES FROM NATURE. God Everywhere ------- 123 Lowly Ministers. ------ 125 Atoms - - - - - - - -126 Climbing Heavenward ----- 127 Little Violet ------- 128 God's Voice in the Bush ----- 129 The Sage of the Forest ----- 130 The Stars - 133 The Ministry of a Star - - - - - 131 The Sea's Message to Me - - - - 134 Evening on the Lake ------ 137 The Anchor ------- 135 A New Day - - - - - - - 138 The Setting Sun ------ 139 The Faded Rose ------- 140 Good Night ------- 141 FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT. Peace -------- Joy -------- Truth -------- 157 Humility ------- 158 Trust - - - 163 Contentment - - - - - - - 159 Trust and Pray - - - - - - - 161 GRACES. Faith __----- Hope ..---,--. Love -------- 142 A Victorious Faith ------ 143 Graces Three ------ 144 COUNTRY MUSINGS. The Old Farm 147 Springtime in the Country - - - - 145 Summer Eve in the Country ----- 148 A Winter's Day ------ 149 p-oLDED Petals ------- 150 At Eventide ._-_-- 151 A Real Vacation -- - - - - -153 The Woods ------- 155 MISCELLANEOUS. The Old Family Bible - - - - - - 165 The Old Family Pew ----- 166 Mother's Day - - - - - - -175 Your Wedding Day -- - - - - 177 The Golden Wedding ------ 172 Memories of Christmas ----- 179 Waiting for Christmas ------ 191 Man and St. Paul's Cathedral - - - - 113 Easter Praise - - - - - - - 169 Suppose Tonight - - - - - - 170 The Pessimist - - - - - - - 171 PATRIOTISM. God's Hand in America's History - - - 185 Remember the Brave ------ 187 No Flowers for the Soldiers - - - - 189 GLIMPSES OF HEAVEN. The Land of the Living ----- 182 No Night There ------ 181 No Good-Byes in Heaven ----- 183 HELPS TO HAPPINESS A Happy Heart Would you possess a happy heart? Then put your trust in God ; Your soul in touch with heaven while, Your feet are on the sod. If your heart is to be happy It must from sin be free ; Then you can walk and talk with God And his blessed face can see. You surely will be happy If you're gentle, true and kind; Help lift another's burdens And their broken hearts to bind. The blessed boon, "Be happy !" Is won by acts of love ; The gathering- wayside jewels For your God who reigns above. To have your heart's afiFection Twined 'round your Saviour dear; Will make life's path most blessed And fill your soul with cheer. Page Three Beautiful Within God make me beautiful within, That all I meet may see, That in my heart there ever dwells The Christ of Calvary. I will be beautiful within If Christ dwells in my heart; And cleanses with his precious, blood, And ne'er from me doth part. If I am beautiful within My outer life will glow, With many deeds of kindness And my love to others flow. Father, make me beautiful within, My heart from sin set free ; May my journey through this vale of time Be one of victory. Page Four The Footpath to Peace Be glad for life that giyes to you A chance to love and work ; Whate'er the number of your years, Be active, never shirk. Be satisfied with what you have, With yourself be not content ; Just make the best of everything, On doing good, be bent. And nothing in the world despise, Except the false and mean ; Let your admirations govern you, Your love be felt and seen. Fear nothing except cowardice, What's your neighbor's covet not; Except his kindliness of heart And the gentleness he's got. Think seldom of your enemies, But often of your friends; Have Christ in mind each coming day From morning till it ends. Just let your body, spirit, soul Through prayer find sweet release ; You'll find that these are posts that guide On the path which leads to peace. Page Five A Bit of Sunshine You should have a bit of sunshine, To be scattered far and near; For there always will be shadows, And at times each heart is drear. One whose path is dark and gloomy. You can silver it with light, Gild it with your friendship true. And a bit of sunshine bright. Many, many hearts are aching, Some of them you sure will meet; With a happy smile and handshake Cast your sunshine at their feet. Yes, these little bits of sunshine, Broken fragments of the heart, Make some life more worth the living Bringing joy, not tears, to start. Take your silver spade of sunshine, To life's desert drear and bare ; Plant the seeds of loving kindness Cheer the hearts oppressed with care. When life's little day is ended. At God's feet your sheaves lay down; He'll have changed your bit of sunshine Into jewels for your crown. Page Six The Christian Out in the world of struggle, By the trodden pathway of life, The Christ-like man e'er watches Through the long and weary strife. Here, in the light of God's Spirit, There is rest and protection for all. If they come to the Christian's Saviour, He is ready to answer their call. What means earth's hard rugged pathway? What means the sunshine so bright? Is it better to dwell in the darkness, Than where the Christian finds light? Shall we dwell in the gloom and darkness. And gather the briars and thorns? And say the world is all sadness And man is a creature that mourns? Ah, no, 'tis not so with the Christian, To no life of sorrow he calls; For he binds up the wounds of affliction. And lifts up a brother that falls. He's Christ's man, ready to help. The heart broken, sinful and weak; Tells them there's pardon and blessing, If they only the Saviour will seek. Page Seven The Christian dwells in the sunshine, And basks in the Saviour's love; Lives not for the seen and the temporal, But the unseen and eternal above. He goes out in gloom and darkness 'Mid the gathering clouds of despair; And the love of his heart is brightest, When he banishes other men's care. Though life's road leads through the shadows, Just remember, O pilgrim, I pray, To the Christian, it ends not in darkness, But grows brighter and brighter each day. When his final farewell is spoken, And his body sleeps 'neath the sod; His soul mounts the ladder celestial. That slopes up through darkness to God." Page Eight A Better World The world is what we make it, friends, In righteousness or sin ; And if you want a better world, In your own heart begin. The many burdens in the world. They press the heart, 'tis true ; But if you share your part of them, You make them far more few. We find here many aching hearts. And tears that dim the eye. Just help to dry a few of them, As golden moments fly. The world has much unhappiness, You can add some cheer you know; Just pluck a thistle, plant a flower Where'er a flower will grow. Be in the world, not of the world, In it as Christ would be ; Then much of sin and misery, That's in the world will flee. Go make the world's walls jasper like, Its gates the highest praise ; Become a pillar for our God, And His Spiritual Temple raise. Page Nine My Pilot At last my little barque must leave The quiet of the bay; Oh, who will help me shun the cliffs, At night as well as day? To keep me safely through the storms And winds my sails will riven, Through the angry billows of the sea To reach at last fair haven. I would not choose the course I take, The channel my barque will sail. To trust its guidance to myself. Would be to sadly fail. I know my Lord hath marked the way Through the billows of the sea, With this great Pilot at the wheel I've the anchor of hope with me. I will not trust my barque alone. However strong its keel. Or sail the unknown sea of life With my own hand at the wheel ; But if He who guides the swing of worlds That from their orbs they do' not reel, I know I'll cross the bar in peace With my Pilot at the wheel. Page Ten The World's Golden Rule "Every man for himself" is the world's golden rule, Pat him on the back who can be used as a tool; Make friends with him whose coffers are full, Who'll return every favor with a measure brim full. You can borrow his horse if you have one of your own, He rules an eye for an eye, a bone for a bone; He speaks very friendly as long's there's a chance By mingling with you, his own way to enhance. He serves while in office the bad, not the best, For the purpose of feathering his own little nest; Money coming to him must quickly be paid, While his obligations are often delayed. All neighbors are cousins to him who is rich, But the poor man's brother does not own him as "sich;" In times of prosperity friends will be plenty, But when adversity comes not one in twenty. "Every man for himself" is the world's golden rule. Eat, drink and be merry, no thought for the soul; Pitch in and get rich, lay hold of gold. Build larger barns and tear down the old. Page Eleven How different is Christ's rule of living for others, Of treating all men as if they were brothers; Giving, yet hoping for nothing again, Thinking far less of gold and far more of men. The blessing of others with no thought of pay, Like a sweet, lovely flower along the highway; Building for eternity as well as for time, Makes life worth the living, golden, sublime. Page Twelve Our Days Our days are gliding swiftly by, Like birds upon the wing, do fly ; What have they meant to us and others, To friends and neighbors and to brothers. Have we in them noble action done, And scattered light just like the sun? Or used them for our selfish ease, That we our own dear selves might please? O, Giver of these golden days. Help us to spend them for Thy praise; Not live for self but live for others, For friends and neighbors and for brother*. Warm other hearts with life and joy. And Christ-like all our time employ; Like Him make blessed all our years. Bear other's burdens, dry their tears. We shall meet the record of our years, 'Twill be with joy and not with fears; If on each day we've thought of others. Of friends and neighbors and of brothers. Page Thirteen God's Plans "God's plans, like lilies pure and white unfold," Time will reveal the inner heart of gold; And in them every man will surely see, Why he was born, and what he is to be. The minister is called to preach for God, And so is he who humbly turns the sod ; Or he who helps remove the woe of pain, Interprets law and brings in peace to reign. The village blacksmith o'er his anvil bent, Is forging links in the chain of time's events; And he who tills the soil and keeps it wed, Helps answer him who prays for daily bread. The mother toiling educates her child, Who in later years goes into heathen wilds ; And prays and toils their every heart to win, Both in God's plan help save this world from sin. Whatever be thy work on earth or sphere. If in it you are true and faithful here; In harmony with God's unfolding plan, Your life will glorify the Son of Man. Page Fourteen Everybody's Lonesome Souls there are who dwell apart In a starless firmament; With loneliness gnawing at the heart Brim full of discouragement. There are countless throngs of people Kings and servants, great and small, Desolate like the old church steeple That crowns the crumbling wall. Its iron tongue no longer swinging With its cheerful call to prayer; The choir has ceased its singing, Gone, those who worshipped there. Like a star that stands alone Oft is man among his fellows; Or a little violet in a field of stone Its head drooping like the willows. E'en the little bird is sadly Mourning for its absent mate; Peering in the nest that's empty A picture of man's sad fate. Page Fifteen The love touch of an absent friend Whose presence was our soul's delight ; Like a lovely day too soon will end And turn the sunshine into night. The mother misses her absent boy ; Sadly remembers the home ties broken; He, who was her pride and joy Is now beyond love's kindly token. We should people other souls with happiness By some thoughtful words of cheer; And plant sweet flowers of kindness To bloom in hearts like deserts drear. Help them to be brave and strong, With hearts more bright and gladsome ; And may we not forget while traveling along That sometime, everybody's lonesome. Page Sixteen Hope Sees a Star When darkness o'er the waves doth roll, Then the boatman sees a star; That sparkles like a brilliant gem, And seen both near and far; He glides along his lonely way, Yet cheered by that bright star; He rows with lighter heart towards home, No fear his soul doth mar. He trusts in Home whose advent here, Was marked by a shining star; Whose rays lit up old Bethlehem, And sent its light afar. Upon the boisterous sea of life, 'Tis hope that sees a star; Its anchor cast within the veil, If sailing towards Heaven we are. Let sorrow's waves dash fierce and high If the boatman sees hope's star ; 'Twill guide him till the night is o'er And he's safely crossed the bar. Then standing on the golden shore Just beyond the shining bar; The boatman reached his home at last Through hope that sees a star. Page Seventeen Wayside Minis trievS Christ U-avinu; llio sliccts of Jericho Ilaltetl at a blind man's cry ; Touched his eyes, and lo, he sees Flowers, trees and radiant sky. A rose was left at an invalid's bed, Its openinj;- petals brought in cheer; The one who gave it never knew, It brought the loving Saviour near. A man lot fall a word of hope. While working at his bench with zest; He never knew it dried a tear, And cased a tliiitlibiiii;, aching breast. While lutmcward bound he cast a smile. At a brother man with lalxir bent ; IhictMiscious that it eased a heart, That was with !.',rief and sorrow rent. riiese are wayside ministries. That scatter sunshine far and near; And cause this luinlened world to feel That the C'hrist of Icricho is here. Page Eighteen Silvered Clouds j The sunshine pierces through the gloom, Though dark has been the night; There's victory for us ahead However hard the fight. No burden is too heavy, That on the heart doth roll ; But He who cares for sparrows Will lift it from the soul. No billowy waves of sorrow, Against our bark is hurled; But leaves behind some precious pearls From God's eternal world. The tears are very many, There are hearts that oft do grieve; But love on swiftest pinions The hopeless souls relieve. Some days are dark and gloomy With clouds and falling rain; You can line them all with silver If you trust in Jesus' name. Page Nineteen And don't forget the city, That's beautiful, bright and fair; No pain, or care, or sorrow's tears Can ever enter there. Just climb the silver ladder, Whose rounds are rays of light; That reaches upward through the gloom To where there is no night. Page Twenty Rest In mother Nature's lovely corridors, Midst a bower of leaves and trees; With wide expanse of fields, My soul a charming vision sees. Beside an old stone wall, On which are clinging- vines; A sheep with snowy lambs so white Basks in the sun that shines. A sparrow on the crumbling wall Looks down upon this family sweet; It rests its tired wings awhile At mother Nature's gentle feet. Daisies peeping upward through the grass Bespeak God's loving, tender care; And little violets, too, so blue Whisper, the heavenly Father's there. A flock of grazing, contented sheep Draw near to the quiet stream ; Far away from the city's noisy din, No wonder of this restful nook, I dream. Page Twenty-One I hear the choir of bees and birds Chanting their sweet requiem of rest; Bidding me cast off all cumbering care And lean on mother Nature's breast. In a dream, I see Heaven beautiful, Where at the end of labor's years, Beside the Rock of Ages I shall rest With no heartaches, care or sorrow's tears. To be w^ith friends, I love so tenderly, Who have been so kind and good to me ; And with Jesus to remain forever Will rest most heavenly be. Page Twenty-Tzvo Be a Blessing j Bring to the world a courage brave A heart brim full of zeal and fire; Many from weakness you will save, Their faint and weary souls inspire. Let your own heart with love o'erflow, Like dew upon a famished flower; Just help another as you go, And be a blessing every hour. Be in the world a beam of light, That blesses every wayside flower; Help scatter all the gloom of night, Like rays shed from a light-house tower. Just be a blessing while you live, By being gentle, kind and true; Not only get, but freely give. Be like the Christ who died for you. Page Twenty-Three Life's Rugged Way There are stony places in Life's road, With many a hill that is high and steep; When yotir back will bend beneath the load, And you must every ounce of your courage keep ; Then waste not a moment to stop and sigh, A voice is whispering, "Be of good cheer," For He is with you who reigns on high, Push on, try harder, you need not fear. Remember how the Master went the way Of the cross and wore the crown of thorns ; Not a fretful word did they hear Him say, For He met with patience all life's storms; Unto His Father for strength he drew, The same way that's open for you and me. There leave your burden many or few. Then peaceful and happy your life will be. Page Tzventy-F our The Path to Success Hard work is the path that leads to success, While idleness brings poverty, all must confess; To get crow's eggs, you must climb up the tree ; Elbow grease, is the stuff to make gold with, you see. Every man must build up his own fortunes, nowadays, Shirt sleeves rolled up, leads on to what pays; The cat that sits longest, will sure get the mouse. The man who works hardest, ought to have the best house. Be diligent in business and you'll stand before kings. Success comes by plodding, never by wings ; You may pick up pebbles, for pearls you must dive, The bees keep ever at it, filling their hive. Don't expect to succeed by one stride or jump. Gold comes to no man in one great big lump ; By the sweat of the brow or Ijrain we earn bread, If man will not work, why expect to be fed? Remember, fidelity, is the price of the crown. Received only, by those who a cross will lay down ; If you e'er reach the city, whose streets are pure gold. Blend work with your faith, in the Bible we're told. Page Twenty-Five A Well Spent Day A new day dawns clear and splendid, What will it mean to thee? If thy faith and works are blended It will be spent usefully. Let us make blessed its hours Guided by God's sweet grace, Scattering sunshine and flowers Making lovely earth's desert place. Then we'll do something for others, E'er drops the curtain of night; To the men we meet who are brothers With struggles and battles to fight. Each day will be golden when ended If crowded with loving deeds ; Our wills with God's will blended In thought for the other man's needs. O day, whose sun knows no setting, In the land of pure delight; The reward of them ne'er forgetting To live each day for the right. Page Twenty-Six Momentous Moments A tick of the clock, is a moment, More than measureless stretches of time; Man can waste them in useless living, Or with them make life sublime. The beat of the heart, is a moment. And yet how momentous with fate; A man may take a step sinward. Or mount up to heaven's gate. A burst of a song, is a moment. If it reaches a heart that's drear, It may lift it out of the shadows Make it feel that a Saviour is near. The closing the eyes, is a moment, Yet time to offer the prayer "God be merciful to me a sinner" And the soul be justified there. Affliction is but for a moment. Like the speed of an arrow's dart; Yet it does its work of glory. On the tablet of the heart. Page Twenty-Seven The closing of life, is a moment, Like the swing of a pendulum rod; Yfet a moment that's crowded with blessing If the soul is trusting in God. "We shall all be changed in a moment, In the twinkling of an eye;" At the last sound of the trumpet, Victory o'er death is brought nigh. Our lives are but as a moment, Momentous, mark you, I pray; As breezes from the throne eternal. Rendered immortal are they. Page Twenty-Eight Givers of Light Go, scatter the sunshine The world needs each ray; Go, scatter it broadly By night and by day ; Go, scatter the sunshine, Let others be blest; Go, give them the sunlight The soul's precious behest. Go, let your light shine On men's darkened path ; Go, there is much needed, A soul cheering laugh ; Go, let your light shine, Turn darkness to day, Go, bring others to Jesus, And show them the way. Page Twenty-Nine Gladness of Heart Thou hast put gladness in my heart God, that ne'er from me doth part, When pressed with labor or at rest. The joy within doth stand the test. My days are never days of ease, 1 till my ground and prune my trees; I labor hard, I toil and sweat, That gladness never left me yet. I put my sickle to the grain When waving golden in the plain ; I work so hard my brow is wet. That gladness in my heart is set. The sun is oft unkindly hot. Transforms my garden to a desert spot; But life is more than bread or meat. That gladness in my heart is sweet. Simply to the cross I cling, 'Tis there my heart can freely sing; However hard my path may be, From Heaven's gates Christ beckons me. Page Thirty Make Me a Child Again Oh, to be near my Saviour, As I was when a child, Before sin's ways I tasted, And wandered into the wild. Oh, that the touch of heaven, So near in my infant days ; Was felt in my sterner manhood. As I walk earth's sinful ways. Turn back, O time, to yesterday. When 1 was but a boy ; That childhood love, and simple faith, May be my strenj;th and joy. Heaven 'round about in infancy, Will hover near us still. The Christ who loves the children Will the heart of manhood fill. The Christ for little children. Is the Friend for sterner life; Let us i^ray for his near presence, In our earthly toil and strife. Page Thirty-One Yes, we love the Christ of children, And the Christ for sterner years; The Christ, for younj^ and old alike. Who'll quiet all our fears. I'll work and pray more faithfully To enthrone my Saviour here ; Sorry, for my careless wasting Of many a golden year. Page Thirty-Two My Heart and I We are so happy, my heart and I, For we're trusting in a Saviour's love; Thoui^h we are living here on earth Our hopes are anchored in heaven above. We have sweet peace, my heart and T, Because our mind is stayed on God; Our lives are fragrant with his breath Like roses growing from the sod. We have calm rest, my heart and I, However hard or rough the road ; For Christ walks with us day by day And puts his shoulder 'neath our load. We have great comfort, my heart and I, There is a hand that drys our tears ; And binds the wounds that sorrow makes Along the pathway of our years. We feel so strong, my heart and I, "For as thy day thy strength will be" However hard the work to do, We hear him say, "Come follow me." Page Thirty-Three So we look up, my heart and I, To Christ who loves us both so well; And we shall true and faithful be, Until he says, "Come home to dwell.' Then we shall wing, my heart and I, Our way to mansions bright and fair; Then sweeping through the pearly gates We'll dwell with Christ forever there. Page Thirty-Four Life's Task Are your many tasks all finished, When the evening work is done? No! for on each bright tomorrow, Comes more tasks ere sets the sun. Like the Master we must toil sir, In the lowly fields of earth ; Scattering loving deeds of kindness, For such mission we had birth. Many, many hearts are aching, Many eyes are dimmed with tears; *Tis our task to lift the burden, As we travel through the years. Will a single golden sunset, Overtake us with empty hand? Not a single sheaf for Jesus When we at last before Him stand? Let us toil as faithful workmen, Till he says to me and thee, "Well done, good and faithful servants, Enter heaven and dwell with me." Page Thirty-Five Say "Thank You" to God Say "Thank you" to God in the morning hour, For keeping you safe through the night; Pray without ceasing for his indwelHng power, And the sheltering love of his might. Say "Thank you" to God at the noon hour, For his keei)ing thus far through the day; And whether 'til eve, comes sunshine or shower. Be sure and let God have his way. Say "Thank you" to God at the night hour, That your heart has not yielded to sin ; And on through your life, being kept by his power, You'll have peace and contentment within. Page Thirty-Six Business for the King Let us do business for our King, Not simply pray or speak or sing-; But fill the world with loving deeds, Don't trust to ancient forms or creeds. If we do business for our King, His principles we'll try to bring And make them real in human life, Amidst its toil and press and strife. We'll be a friend to every man, Help him in every way we can; Our lives will speak of Christ our King, And to the world his Spirit bring. We'll work among the lowly too, Just like the Master used to do; And lift the burdens from the heart. Bring sunshine and make gloom depart. Befriend some orphan girl or boy, Bring to their hearts a little joy; Yes, we'll do business for our King, A little heaven to earth we'll bring. Page Thirty-Seven We'll try and he the sort of men, Who try to do as C'hrist did, when He went about a doin^ good, In spirit of knightly brotherhood. Yes, we'll do business for our King, Till heaven's gates before us swing, And hear Him say to us "Well done, A crown of j^lory thou hast won." Page Thirty-Eight The Shadow of the Cross Turn (Hit the lij;hls let darkness reign, Around the painting grand ; Behold a glow of splendor shines Unseen on sea or land. It fills the room with a glory, That e'en outshines the sun ; You almost feel the angels near, That your home in heaven's begun. The Man of Sorrows stands alone. In a bleak and barren field ; Not a single violet or lily white Ilis heart from loneliness shield. A picture of his life so sad, Hardships that lillod his years; Sorrow that fmally crushed his heart. That dimmed his eyes with tears. O'er the shoiddcrs of this lonely man, Is the shadow of the cross; Its origin is a mystery, To explain it man's at loss. Page Thirty-Nine Its a picture of this darkened world, Where many sorrows reign; The shadow of the cross exhales A glory like a flame. Let the sun forever hide his face, And the stars fade from the sky ; Let the shadow of the cross appear, Lights, celestial greet the eye. When the gloom of death about me falls, Sun and stars no longer shine; Let the shadow of the cross appear And heaven's radiance will be mine. Page Forty Makers of Happiness May we live to bless our brothers, Help make the world to richer be ; Our deeds of sympathy be for others, Through us their hearts be lij^ht and free. Be like the dawn of morning-, That fills the sky with cheerful light; The river in its ceaseless flowing, Brings life and verdure day and night. Stooping like a tree with ripeness. That fills the sky with cheerful light; The river in its ceaseless flowing. Brings life and verdure daj and night. Stooping like a tree with ripeness, Weighed down with fruit that's meet; Or a rose, sowing the air with sweetness, Casting fragrance at our feet. Like the little songster singing, Drops its notes afar and near; As from tree to tree its winging. Floods each troubled heart with cheer. Like the Master live for others, Try their burdened hearts to bless; Look at other men as brothers, Help make for them pure happiness. Page Forty-One Christ the Wonderful The name of Christ is Wonderful, Who at liethlehem was born; In the lowly manj^cr cradle, For the poor, the sad, forlorn. The eye of Him is Wonderful That sees our inner need ; The ear that's open to our cry When we pray and when we plead. The heart of Him is Wonderful Filled with love so broad and deep ; And feet that travel mountainous ways To bring back the wandering sheep. The word of Him is Wonderful To cheer us when we're sad ; A voice that speaks l)otli sweet and kind To the good and to the bad. The spirit of Him is Wonderful That guides us in life's race ; Till we enter through the Gates Ajar And see Him face to face. The name of Him is Wonderful Who in P>ethlehem's manger lay; To Him the white robed choirs above Their sweetest homage pay. Page Forty-Two Love's Broken Wing There are hearts that are heavy with burdens, Around which sorrows cling; If you do not fly to comfort, Your love has a broken wing. There are sick ones in need of flowers, Or a song that you may sing; If you fail in that sweet mission, Your love has a broken wing. Yes, your love has a broken pinion, If you can help the fallen stand By a touch of timely warning. And you fail to offer your hand. There are hearts just full of evil. That Christ can from them fling; If you fail to bring them to him, Your love has a broken wing. I tell you, my fellow Christians, Your love has a broken wing; If it can't fly across the ocean. And to others the Gospel bring. Page Forty-Three If it does not lift its pinions, In response to a dying world's need, Love's wing is surely broken, A sad condition, indeed. Just lift love's wing, O Christian, Mount up as eagles strong; Help bring lost men to Jesus, And push this world along. Then by and by with love's swift pinions, You will fly through the gates of gold; To shine like the stars forever, Safe sheltered in the Saviour's fold. Page Forty-Four The Sweetest Story The sweetest story ever told, More precious far than gems or gold; Is that which tells of Jesus's love, Who came to earth from heaven above. To dwell among the poor of earth, In the midst of whom he had his birth; He toiled like others for his bread, And had no place to lay his head. He met temptation's fiercest strife. And bore the heaviest loads of life; His eyes were dimmed with sorrow's tears, A life of hardship filled his years. He labored on with little rest, Received the poorest, gave the best; Treated an enemy like a friend. His love through every act did blend. He gave his strength to help the weak, No man too sinful for him to seek; He bound up bruised and broken hearts. Brought cheer and sunshine to earth's mart's. Page Forty -Five In Gethsemane's garden all alone, For man's dark sin he did atone; Upon the cross his life he gave, For man of every race to save. He took from death its awful sting, Blest immortality did bring; And resurrection and the life, Man's star of hope in calm or strife. Tell this sweet story here and there At home abroad and everywhere; Of Jesus and his saving love, Till you pass through the gates abpve. Then join the angel choirs there, With harp and voice his love declare; The sweetest story ever told Floats down to earth from gates of gold. Page Forty-Six The Dawn of Spring The lilacs are in blossom, The birds are singing clear; The cherry trees are blooming white, We know that spring is here. The wild flowers too are opening, The trees are clothed with leaves; God with his mystic shuttle, His marvelous fabric weaves. The bees are humming gayly, Around the clover sweet; Where'er you chance to wander, Beauty, the soul doth meet. E'en the old vines are lovely. That climb the steeple tall; And creep along the grand old church, And cling to the moldering wall. The air is full of incense, Rising from myriads of flowers; You feel the touch of angel's wings, As you worship in nature's bowers. May beauty rise within our heart, Like the glorious dawn of spring; Our souls far lovelier will be, If to the God of flowers we cling. Page Forty-Seven spring's Messenger A song floats through my window, The note of a robin I hear; "Cheer up, cheer up" he is singing, A message that Spring draweth near. He comes to tell me that Winter, Will soon fold her wings and go ; In her place will come sunshine and flowers, That Spring brings with her you know. When his message of song was ended, He flew away to a tree ; But left behind a sweet blessing, A lesson for you and for me. And all through the spring and summer, His "cheer up" will sound sweetly and oft, Help chase away many a worry, Make life's yoke more easy and soft. Just learn to do as the robin. And sing your song of glad cheer; That this world so oft cold and dreary Knows Spring with her sunshine is near. Page Forty-Eight The Footfall of Spring Spring's gentle footfall soon we'll hear, We feel her sweet and gracious presence near; Her laden arms of choicest blossoms sweet Glad we will all be here her face to meet. She hangs her teeming blossoms on the trees That cast their fragrance on the balmy breeze ; She twines her green upon the crumbling wall And tenderly clothes the trees both great and small. She brings her lovely choir of singing birds, That chant the sweetest music ever heard ; With gentle touch she strikes her mystic harp, That charms the ears of all from morn 'Jil dark. Everywhere we see her matchless beauties. Inspiring us to grand and noble duties; Hope lies woven in her marvelous flowers. Tender wishes blossom 'neath her bowers. Gorgeous blessings in her sunlight shining, Tremulous leaves with soft and silver lining; Fill with joy our every beating heart. How loath we are from radiant Spring to part. Page Forty-Nine Her bursting- buds win our heart's affection Emblems of our own great resurection ; Witnessing her risen life on every hand, Lifts our thoughts to the bright and happy land. Page Fifty The Temple of Spring Silently doth the spring-time Her beautiful hand work weave, And clothes the trees on all the hills With their myriads of leaves; She adorns these rugged pillars With a beauty all their own, And covers them with lily-work. And with mosses, every stone. So without the sound of hammer, Her temple pillars raise, Beyond the dream of artists The walls with glory blaze; Her floors adorned with velvet rare,^ Of an exquisite shade of green, And draperies of every hue, The finest ever seen. Through her spacious corridors, An unseen presence walks ; By voice of bird and hum of bee In beautiful language talks. And fills the soul with rapture And lifts one's thoughts above, To the wise and gracious Architect Who planned it all with love. Page Fifty-One March O March, thou art so harsh and rough, Striking- the trees with thy hands, Shaking nature's pillars Sampson like. And binding them with icy bands. Thou causeth bird and man to shiver, And frighten the stripling trees; Making each bush to tremble, Snapping them across thy knees. Growl on, O angry March, Fiercely grind thy teeth ; Thou art not mad at mother Nature, But doth crown her with thy crystal wreath. Thou art kinder than we think ; Beneath thy mantle thcni dost bring Snow balls and lilacs beautiful; Sweet fragrance and the joy of Spring. Speed, thou chastening master, On thy swift and snowy wing; Thou dost bring blessings in disguise. We thank thee with the birds that sing. Page Fifty-Tjvo April's Easter Message The bursting bud and flowery bloom, That adorns old nature bright and fair; Bespeak of Christ who burst the tomb, Drove the monster death from out his lair. With many voices April sings, To make the heart leap and rejoice; And in the message spring time brings, I hear the resurrection voice. The tulip lifts its burnished cup. Filled with nature's nectar fine; Out from its wond'rous depths I sup. Life uplifting and sublime. The eternal Lord invisible, Hath raised from death each spear of grass; Through sunlit vale and emerald dell, I see the King of Glory pass. Thou art not dead, Life is thy goal. That throbs within the mortal clod; April with her gorgeous blooming soul Whispers, "Christ is risen," praise to God. Page Fifty-Three April's Gift to May The April showers trickle down, Upon the waiting earth ; A promise that May's lovely flowers Will very soon have birth. Their opening petals everywhere, Our eyes so soon will meet; No one but God can give to man These treasures half so sweet. Flowers for many hands to pluck. To fill earth's hearts with cheer; To breath from them their fragrance sweet One feels that God is near. Blossoms gathered for weary ones, Heaven's smiles from out the sod; Placed tenderly within their hands, Bring peace and cheer from God. The flowers that grow in wood and field And bloom in vale and hill ; Can twine around man's weary heart And with it their beauty fill. Like music falling on the ear, Is the patter of April showers ; That bring to rich and poor alike. May's exquisite gift of flowers. Page Fifty-Four A Summer Eve I am one day nearer the city of gold Where we lay our burdens down ; And the face of my Saviour I'll behold And receive from his hand a crown. The sun hath set in the golden west, The flowers have closed their leaves ; The birds have folded their wings to rest In nature's bowers and trees. A hush hath fallen o'er earthly things Like the calm among the stars; I feel hovering near, the angel's wings, Not a sound the silence mars. We need not be told that night is nigh, We feel its calm and rest ; That the Go4 of love doth reign on high And knows what for all is best. So may the close of life e'er be Like the calm of a summer night; When the soul like a bird shall upward flee, At the dawn of the morning light. Page Fifty-Five Autumn Glory I can see through my study window, That autumn is drawing nigh; A picture of glory greets me That dazzles my heart and eye. The canvas on which God has painted, This picture where glory cleaves, That startles my soul with its beauty, Is one made of autumn leaves. As if a million of broken rainbows Had fallen down on the trees. Shook from the sky by the angels And scattered like dust o'er the leaves. It's a picture of life at its autumn. Where beauty may also abound ; For a hoary head is a crown of glory When in the way of righteousness found. "We all do fade as a leaf" says the prophet, Yet it may be with true glory too. By fulfilling nobly our mission, And to the God of the forest be true. Let us glorify God in our bodies. Just like the leaves do the trees ; Be fruitful for Him at life's autumn When we fall away like the leaves. Page Fifty-Six Work Well Done The leaves have begun to fall, That heed Autumn's early call; Their mission is now complete, And they rest at Nature's feet. They clothe till comes the fall. The trees both great and small ; These myriads of leaves, Till Nature gleans her sheaves. How matchless are these leaves. That God with beauty weaves ; With tints from the rainbow bright And bathes them with his light. Faithfully have they served, And never from duty swerved; Till their work on earth is done And their crown of glory won. To our tasks may we be true, And faithfully each duty do ; Till God-like beauty cleaves To our souls like Autumn leaves. Then when sets life's evening sun. Our work will too be done ; Like these myriads of Autumn leaves When angels glean their sheaves. Page Fifty-Seven The Message of the Snow Angels shake their silken robes on high, The crystal Hakes hej^in to lly Upon earth's lloor i)elow; Carpetinj^" it with snow. Uniiumhi-red are these flakes that fly, God's own sweet thoughts from high; So are his mercies like Hakes of snow 'J\) his children here below. The snow, like angel's robes so white Is scattered down as heaven's own light; lJl)on men's sonls here below, Making them white as snow. Throngh Christ's own blood as shed below, 1m )r unnumbered mortals like the flakes of snow Shook out from angel's robes on high, Will whiten like these flakes that fly. His i)Ower will keej) us white as snow In our pilgrim journey here bclowj Till our spirit back to (lod will fly To angels and i>ur home on high. I'ayc Fifty-Ei!). I'lif/c Seventy One **We Would See Jesus'' "We would see Jesus" Our hearts are full of sin, His blood can cleanse within, He can surely save us. "We would see Jesus" Burdens our hearts do press, The world's best men confess He can truly help us, "We would see Jesus" Our eyes are dimmed with tears. Sorrow hath tracked our years. He always will relieve us. "We would see Jesus" Our hearts are full of fear. We'll lose our friends so dear, He will not forsake us. "We would see Jesus" In sermons that we hear, The songs that reach our ear. Then they will help us. "We would see Jesus" In all life's journey here. In Heaven not far but near, We will see Jesus. Page Seventy-Two God Seeth the Heart* We see the outward acts of men, Out in the busy mart; God sees the motive tliat's within, He looks upon the heart. We judge our fellows by what they do. How soon our love departs ; God tests a man by what he is, He looks upon the heart. We think men great because of dress, Of fame or gold or art ; God calls men great who live to serve, He looks upon the heart. The shell we see, but God the pearl, Which stands to him apart; We judge the scattering deeds of men, But God will judge the heart. To study to be approved of God, Should be our anxious part; And not what men may think or say, 'Tis God who sees the heart. Page Seventy-Three The destiny that will fix our past Is not what we have but g,rt ; To be with Christ in heaven at last Depends upon our heart. *ISam. 16:7. Page Seventy-Four The Beautiful Gate* At the temple gate called Beautiful A loving deed was done, Without either gold or silver, An immortal soul was won. Every gate is called Beautiful That opens the place of prayer; Where heart holds fellowship with heart, And meets the Saviour there. That gate may be called Beautiful, Though built of common wood; Where a human soul is started On the path that's pure and good. You can have your gate called Beautiful By extending helping hands ; To a sin-bound, crippled traveler. And loosen his fettered bands. God calls every gate Beautiful Be it gold or be it pine; Where a soul doth pass from death in sin To the Christian life sublime. Page Seventy-Five Heaven's pearly gates called Beautiful Stand ajar for one and all Who spend their life in Christ-like deeds, And hear the needy's call. ♦Acts 3 :2. Page Seventy-Six A Buried Treasure* Thy word williin my heart is hid, More precious far than j^old ; Prevents my wanderings into sin And from the Saviour's fold. The sheet anchor of my hope, These words from God's own book; Which I have hicUlen in my heart As toward hfe's jj;oal I look. Thy word that's hidden in my heart, Is an anchor sure in storm ; A mirror that reilects to me The lovely Saviour's form. The One who sailed on Galilee, And mastered wind and wave; He spoke the words of "Peace be still;" And the disciples He did save. While severely tempted, fear ye not, If in your heart is found; The livings throbbing words of life, To truth you will be bound. ♦Psalms 11!) :U. Paye Seventy- Seven Unto the Hills* Lift thine eyes unto the hills, There find cure for all your ills; "My help cometh from the Lord" Peace my spirit fills. Lift thine eyes unto the hills, When the heart to wander wills; "He'll not sufifer thy foot to be moved" Strength my spirit fills. Lift thine eyes unto the hills, When worry every fibre grills; "I will keep him in perfect peace" Calmness my spirit fills. Lift thine eyes unto the hills. When sorrow thy being chills; "Let not your heart be troubled" Comfort thy spirit fills. Lift thine eyes unto the hills. When joy thy soul harp thrills ; "He that keepeth the law happy is he" God my spirit fills. *Psalms 121 :1. Page Seventy-Eight Tomorrow* I do not ask to know tomorrow, Nor what's in store of joy or sorrow ; I have no cause for worry then, Since He, my Father knows. • j ( I do not need to see tomorrow, ; Nor any anxious thoughts to borrow ; | Its dawn I calmly wait with peace, 1 Since He, my Father sees. "I Naught fill my heart but love, tomorrow, ; E'en though the tears my brow do furrow; ■ Come weal or woe, come joy or pain. Since He, my Father, loves. ] i No need of anxious care tomorrow, For He who notes the falling sparrow; ] Clothes the lilies of the field, ' 'Tis He, my Father, cares. j He knows. He sees. Fie loves. He cares, My blessed heavenly Father cares; He knows my heart. He sees my need, My heavenly Father knows and heeds. ♦Matt. 6 :26, 27. Page Seventy-Nine Guardian Angels The angels hover 'round the path Of those in the secret place ; Who abide beneath the wings of God, And walk the Christian race. Yes angels are in charge of thee, To keep in all thy ways ; To bear thee up within their arms, And guard thee all thy days. Lest thou dash thy foot against a stone And other dangers meet ; They'll shelter thee beneath their wings, And guide thine erring feet. Thou shalt tread upon the lion bold, And slay the adder, too ; The dragon stamp beneath thy feet, For God's angels guardeth you. Sweet and blessed guardian angels. Hovering 'round my Christian way ; I'll trust the shelter of thy wings. Till dawns the eternal day. *Psalms 91. Page Eighty Christ on the Shore* What though the storms and winds do rage, If on the shore Christ's near? Let thunder roar and Hghtning flash, His presence casts out fear. Not a sparrow falls but his Father knows, He surely cares for thee ; Let the tempest rage and billows roll, If his blessed face you see. He's the silver lining to every cloud, The anchor in every storm ; What though the billows rock the sea, If on the shore you see his form? He stands upon the shore of life, He sees you toil and row ; He lifts the hand and stills the sea. He calms the winds that blow. He's now beyond the gates of gold. Stands on the shore on high ; Be faithful as you toil and row, Then you can to his bosom fly. *John 31:4. Page Eighty-One My Father Knows* Since He my Heavenly Father knows, The path o'er which my journey goes; I walk with firm and steady tread, With Him I have no foes to dread. The fact my Heavenly Father knows, The secret tactics of my foes ; He'll help me conquer in the fight And guide me safely into light. The fact my Heavenly Father knows, My heart when pressed with pain and woes; Can help me when all helpers fail, By trusting Him I shall prevail. And He who knows will never sleep, A vigil o'er my soul will keep ; He'll guard me with his wings of love. Till homed at last in heaven above. *Psalms 103:14. Page Eighty-Two Tomorrow Too Late* Tomorrow may be too late, For the song that you should sing Into some lonely heart, That will peace and comfort bring. Yes, tomorrow may be too late, For the kindly word to be said To that discouraged one, Shut in, on an invalid's bed. Too late, too late, my friend, To carry that rose so sweet. That will wither before tomorrow, And its petals fall at thy feet. Too late may be tomorrow. To clasp with a friendly hand, The youth that sin hath bound, With its strong and fettered band. Don't wait until tomorrow. To twine for mother's head Love's sweet affection wreath. Now, let the words be said. Page Eighty-Three Toinonow may l)o too late, To bestow your soul's deep love Not on the thinj^s of earth, But on the Christ above. Now is the accepted time, To siiif4 yoiu" swc'i'lcsl sonj^", And scatter your lovclicsl (lowers, b'luli (lay as you ^o alonj;-. Fill each hour willi golden deeds, Lovely and kind and true, And then the sad words, "Too late," Will never be heard by you. *Jas. 4:14. l\i(/c Higlity-l\>ur Lijihts and Shadows* We can't always walk in the sunlij^ht, In this world of care and tears; Wc must all ex])ect sonic shadows, As we ^lidc alon^ the years. Wc can't always have fair weather, Clouds dark and threatening^ form; Ikit arched by the matchless rainbow, They pass with each dying storm. So God wra])S his arms around us, And whispers of his love; His presence hovers o'er us. Like the snowy winj^s of a dove. Wc must i)ass through the shadowy valley, Whcr(.' dark fears our hopes destroy; But lie who cares for sparrows, Turns our sfjrrow into joy. "He that gocth forth and weepeth l>earing the precious seed ; Will doubtless come again rejoicing," liringing the sheaves of word and deed. Page I'.ujhly-Pive We shall know what means life's shadows. When the mists have rolled away ; When God's eternal sunshine Silvers the sorrows of a day. ♦Psalms 126 :6. Page Eighty-Six Midnight Music* Not alone when sunlight splendid, Bathes my soul with radiant light; But when cheerful daylight's ended, God's song is with me in the night. In the night when gloom seems heavy, When many burdens press my heart; Then it is God's song is ready To my soul his joy impart. When at midnight I'm in sadness, Tears flow faster than at day ; Yet his song thrills me with gladness Sorrow folds its tent and steals away. Worries, like clouds, pile up at midnight, Overwhelm my heart with fear; God's song silvers them with sunlight, And I feel the Saviour near. When I pass through death's dark valley, Its gloom and shadows o'er me roll ; My faith and hope will surely rally, If God's sweet music fills my soul. Page Eighty-Seven The new song I shall sing in glory, In the land of endless day; The song that tells redemption's story And drives all midnight gloom away. ♦Psalms 42 :8. Page Eighty-Eight Refuge* O, Rock of Ages, high above The storms that trouble me ; My soul no other refuge finds, In faith, I fly to Thee. Like a bird, wearied with the winds That swept it right and left; O'erwhelmed, I fly to Thee great Rock And take shelter 'neath the cleft. My hope Thou Rock of Ages art When sorrow fills my soul ; Or when temptation's angry waves Like billows o'er me roll. When death's dark shadows on me fall, My soul's swift pinions rise To that blessed Rock of Ages, Man's refuge in the skies. Ajid when the storms of life are o'er, In that fair haven sweet, Beyond the reach of wind and wave, I will, my Pilot, meet. Page Eighty-Nine And thank Him for his guiding hand, That helped me cross the bar; And for the Rock that hideth me Within the Gates Ajar. ♦Psalms 61:2. Page Ninety Ready for the Bridegroom* "Behold the brideg^room comcth" Will fall on your ears some day, Will your lamps be trimmed and burning When the Master comes your way? "Behold the bridegroom cometh" Morning, noon, or night may be, And whether you're wise or foolish Depends on the oil, you see. The oil is the Holy Spirit, Poured out so full and free ; If your lamp is trimmed and burning The Spirit abides in thee. The bridegroom may tarry his coming, 'Tis foolish to slumber and sleep, In such an hour as ye think not To a closed door you'll creep. Hark ! 'tis the bridegroom speaking, "I know you not" says he; Far wiser to watch and be ready, That the door may swing wide for thee. *Matt. 25 :10. Page Ninety-One Satisfaction* "I shall be satisfied." Not with a beautiful home, Or broad acres to roam ; Not with abundance untold, Both of silver and gold ; Not with rubies and pearls, Or diamonds and beryls ; Not with hosts of dear friends, Or a crown of pure gems; Not with gaining the world, With fame's banner unfurled; Not when all these I take, But in Christ's likeness awake; "I shall be satisfied." ♦Ps. 15.17. Page Ninety-Two My Friend We say good bye ; thou art not gone, True friends can never part ; Our prayer is one, our faith is one, And we are one in heart. No rails of steel can e'er divide Two hearts which friendship seals; But as the days melt into years Their mutual love reveals. I take a look in memory's glass, His pleasant face I see ; His kindly voice and loving words Are whispering still to me. The stars that greet his waiting eye Are looking down on mine ; The moonlight beams that flood his path Around my footsteps shine. Beneath God's same great dome we dwell, By his loving hand we're fed ; We're walking in one narrow way By His kindly light we're led. To one great, welcome throne of grace By faith and trust we come ; And find new strength in praying thus To walk towards heaven our home. Page Ninety-Three Our hopes, our happiness and life In one blessed Saviour meet ; No power on earth or heaven can break A friendship half so sweet. Thrice happy, he whose quest has found So true, so kind a friend; Such love shall grow through life's decay- When the walk on earth shall end. And meeting at the Gates Ajar, The friend we loved on earth, A fellowship surpassing all Will then and there find birth. To dwell forever with the Christ In the home so sweet and fair ; Heaven will be more sweeter far Because my friend is there. Page Ninety-Four The Silver Chord* Sometime the silver chord will break, That binds my soul to earthly clay; Yet, if with Christ life's journey make, I'll enter Heaven's pearly way. That silver chord is sure to break, Just how or when I cannot tell; Yet, if in Heaven, my soul awake, Come soon or late, it will be well. Then to your heart the Saviour take, Keep close within his sheltered fold; Then when the silver chord doth break, Your feet will press the streets of gold. Then I shall meet my Saviour there, And look upon his face so fair; To join the heavenly chorus sweet. And cast my trophies at his feet. *Eccl. 12:6. Page Ninety-Five Sweet r'ellowship Pill ;iiiv Iniiilcn upon iiK\ ( )iily sustain mo I .ord ; Wrap riiiiio aims ol hive alxnit inc. Tlion lu^ patli will ho [oo haril. Sond nio aiiyw lioro, Maslor, Only };o with mo ioo ; If (ho roail is riuii-li, no matter, If •i>nly 1 can bo with yon. Sever any tie but this tie. That binds to Thv sor\ ioo ami heart ; Lot mv ila\s lil^o swill winded birils ily, If riioo and mo nood not part. May wo two bo friends forever, On "t il life's I'/ddon o\e ; Then j^o to the heavenly home toj^ether Where neither will ha\e to leave. i'(jy. life's race, Having lived for Thee; Then I shall see Thee face to face And be crowned with victory. Page One FliniJrcd and Four My Morning Prayer Father, help me begin this morning, With a perfect trust in Thee; Thy lovely grace, my soul adorning, My thoughts, those, of sweet charity. Keep me through the day from sinning, Hold Thou fast my trembling hand; O'er each temptation ever winning True and faithful let me stand. Help me to be kind and loving, Just as Jesus would have me be; Keep a light for Him a-shining To bless and cheer humanity. When the shades of eve are falling, And the sun doth fade from view ; May I have sweet peace in knowing, Father, I have walked with you. May my days be spent in serving. In ever pleasing ways to Thee; Till life's sun shall set at evening To rise and shine in eternity. Page One Hundred and Five I pray to be ready for that meeting With the Christ who died for me; And be worthy of the greeting When his blessed face I see. Page One Hundred and Six My Evening Prayer Saviour, on my bended knee, I would strive Thy face to see; For Thy mercy Lord I plead, Help me in this hour of need. If unkind I've been in word or deed. Forgive me, Lord, I humbly plead; Fill my soul this close of day With larger, sweeter, charity. Evil oppressed, I fly to Thee, Let every sin die out in me ; Help me feel Thy cleansing power, O, make me clean this very hour. If I've failed this day to do Thy will, Have mercy, Lord, I love Thee still ; Reveal once more Thy lovely face. Bestow upon me more of grace. Strong, O Lord, my soul will be. If now in prayer Thy face I see ; Stamp Thine image on my heart. From Thy side, I would not part. Page One Hundred and Seven riii\ni;;h .ill tlio luMns ot" loiiolv ui^ht. 1 ot mo not ot riiv laoo lose si,i;lu ; And tlunij^h I ho il.iy ilawn tlark vM' oloar 1 still, will tool 1 l\v prosotioo uoav. Help tuo hide. O. Mossod 1 amcI. Within my heart Thx' prooions wotil ; rhoi\ tonuMiow will 1h^ spent tor Thee. And Us horns will Inini' viet*M"v. Pagf Our Hund'rd .hu/ h'iijht Jewels From the Hi^hways^ (ji> out 1)1 flic lnyhW'iy^ anr| hclj^CH, Go, saifl the Master oi rncn ; Seek in each lone ru>ok the waiKl'.rcrH Who arc nine out of every ten. Those who arc strangers to Jesus, L'ntouchcfl \>y his wonMcrful love; Jiound to sin and to j^lcasurc, With i\<> thoii^^it of heaven above. Sheep, wandering without a shepherd, Far, far away from the fold; 'J lie ninety and nine who are wanderers, More i^reeious to (Jirist than j^ure gold. 'J here are eliildren, bright jewels from heaven, iieing tarnished i^y tlic forces of sin; Go out in the highways, said Jesus, Anrj gather the little ones in. 'Jhere are hearts that are heavy vyith burdens, Eyes that are brimming with tears; Away from the heart of all comfort, Sin shattered, wasting their years. Paye One llun'lred and Nine Go out in the streets of the city. And gather the poor, halt, and blind ; The great feast of love is all ready. And the Master's forgiving and kind. Go gather these jewels for Jesus, As sparkling gems of his crown; Sad to meet Christ at last empty handed When the highways with jewels abound. "Well done" he will say to the gatherers Of diamonds rough from the street; When we lay them all polished and splendid, As sparkling gems at his feet. *Luke 14.23. Page One Hundred and Ten Winning Souls for Jesus Winning souls for Jesus, A work which Angels crave ; A work that's encircled with glory, In the byways, seeking to save. Winning souls for Jesus, A work for the brave and true; A work that Christ commanded, Yet only done by few. Go, then, win souls for Jesus, Go work, while 'tis called today; Fear not, but speak to the wanderer, God's spirit has paved the way. Winning, yes winning for Jesus, The souls He died to set free; You will hear him say in glory, "Well done, thou hast won them for me." Prov. 11:30. Page One Hundred and Eleven Take the Lad With You Said Judah to his brother Joseph : "I ask this question of thee ; 'How shall I go up to my father And the lad not with me be?'" A question that breathes with sorrow And touches a father's heart, And reveals the brother's reason Why loath with the lad to part. Go home and the lad not with me, Applies to the earthly sphere ; What about your journey to heaven Will the lad not go with you there? Go to heaven and the lad not with thee? The very thought should lead you to prayer; For it will cause the Saviour sorrow And break the home circle up there. Is that lad in your home a Christian? To Christ your answer must be ; As a follower of Jesus be faithful. And you'll take the lad home with thee. Gen. 44:34. Page One Hundred and Twelve Where is Abel Thy Brother? Oh, where is Abel thy bnjther? The question is old, yet new; It has to do with another, Hence is asked of me and of you. What can I do for Abel my brother? Is a question that applies to you; For it has to do with some other, And makes every life rinj^ true. Is Abel thy brother in sorrow? His burden is your burden too; Don't put off your help 'til tomorrow, Today is the time for you. Is Abel thy brother a Christian? A momentus question you see, And one that should cause contrition On the jjart of you and of me. Go tell Abel thy brother of Jesus, And you have done your part; For him be ])raycrfully anxious, And y;ht will wage; Help build the o\d ship of the nation, Like the grand old forest sage. Papr Our Hundred and Thirty The Ministry of a Star On the deck of a ship at cveiiitij^, As she jjroudly sailed the sea, Two souls were scanning and musing The heavens, most th(jughtfully. Brilliant stars illumined the darkness, Like jewels a kingly crfjwn ; One star differed from the others in brightness, And svvejn its golden rays down. Meeting together as l>rothers These stars in the terrestrial hall ; The one m(Ho brilliant than the others, Seemed to be llie kin;; of tlieni all. Guiding them like a 'oving sh3pherd Who tenderly watches his sheep; I'ringing joy to these two on shipboard. Which lingered still, when they fell asleep. To those ])rayerful two on shipboard, 'Twas like iiethlehem's beautiful star; That brought joy and j^eace tcj the shepherds And the wise men who came from afar. I'aye One Hundred and Thirty-One Like Christ standing among his people. Keeping- tender watch o'er his own; Who guides the stars and the vessel. Never leaves his children alone. O star, thy watch-care is loving, O. guide our feot lest we roam ; 'Til we stop from the dock of tho vessel On shore with the loved ones at homo, Page One Hundred and Tliirty-Tzvo The Stars God calleth every star by name, That clusters in the sea of flame; That li^fhteth up the vales and hills, And all the earth with ^lory fdls. He did not give to me my name, But calls me by it just the same ; With peace He doth my heart e'er fill ; I'll try like stars to do his will. Help fill this darkened world with light, And shine for Him, like stars at night; That gleam their glory from the sun. From Christ, my power to bless, is won. I'll try and turn men's hearts to Him, Because His spirit dwells within; Then my soul shall mount beyond earth's bars, To shine in Heaven like the stars. fage One Hundred and Thirty-Three The Sea's Message to Me The mighty waves of the rushing sea, Have a message grand for me, As they hurry towards the lea: "The God of Heaven thy guide will be." Flow on O rushing waves of the sea, For thou dost sing this song to me, "I am boundless and I'm free. So is the love of God to thee." So may my love flow full and free Just like the waves upon the sea, Out to the God who cares for me, While to the heavenly shore I flee. Page One Hundred and Thiriy-Four The Anchor There are storms that hish the hark of life More fierce than on the sea; And threaten with their anjj^ry waves That laiij^h with hoisterous glee. The waves of ])assi()n suri;e within, The nohlest, truest hearts; Sin's lightnin}^^ strikes with halls of lire And pierces with its darts. Gloom settles thickly o'er the sea, Dark storm clouds wrap the ship; So powers of darkness seek to crush The nohlest with their grip. Just drcjp your anchor in the sea, Its grip will hold you fast; It reaches heyond the threatening storm And withstands the hardest blast. Seek not to sail life's billowy sea Without hope's anchor true ; Trust not the calmness of the day Or the sky because its blue. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Five For any moment storms arise And swoop down on life's sea; And rock the ship upon the waves As it did on Galilee. Then cast the anchor of your hope Within the heavenly veil ; 'Twill hold in every storm of life And in death it will not fail. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Six * Evening on the Lake Not a ripple stirs the glassy lake, Not a breath the emerald leaves ; The birds have hushed their singing In the branches of the trees. God has hushed to stillness The parts of nature's choir; Her harp strings all are quiet And the music of her lyre. He can still the heart-throbs Into a perfect calm ; Till the soul respondeth In worship with a psalm. Till the heart reflects God's image, Like the lake the shining stars; Till calm as nature's corridors Where not a dischord mars. May peace just like this evening E'er pervade my fretful soul ; And allow no waves of worry On this heart of mine to roll. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Seven A New Day I watch the ascending^ Of a bright lovely day; It comes forth with triumph In clear, golden array. Redder and redder In the east grows the sky, Its banner of flame Waves in triumph on high. The darkness recedes Into the valley so low ; The sun breaks o'er the horizon With great splendor and glow. Each hill is encircled With a glory of light; All nature rejoices At the departure of night. The birds and the flowers Greet the king of the day; And he crowns them with glory For their waiting, as pay. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Eight The Setting Sun The day is done. Now sets the sun, Which sinks to rest, Having done his best. When sets the sun My work is done; If 'tis my best. Calm will be my rest. The sun blest the flowers; Spent the golden hours, Scattering rays of light 'Til falls the shades of night 'Til falls the shades of night Let shine my Christian light Through the day's golden hours And scatter love's sweet flowers. Page One Hundred and Thirty-Nine The Faded Rose Grainiitiother sat in her old arm ohair ; Her face was wrinklod and sublimely fair; Her hair was white as silvery snow. And her eyes like stars at eve vlid ^^Unv. In her wrinkled hands a book she L:rasps And opens tenderly its silver clasps; Hetween the leaves lies a fadeil rose, l^ack throui^h the years her memory sj^oes. The tears are falling from her eyes. While the rv\se petals SiVMi revive Beautiful as when plucked that day. By the hands of a little one gone away. Think not that hers are hopeless tears; For the rose i^atherer she has no fears. But the blossom has awakened memories sweet, Of the dear ones i^one she soon will meet. From the old Bible with silver clasps. Are promises sweet her soul still grasps; Her rod and statT throuL;h all these years. Broui^ht peace to her heart and dried her tears. Oidy a few more trials and tears; For He who hath kept her all these years. Since the rose was plucked by hands so fair, Will i;ather her home with loved ones there. Paoc One Hiimirt-d and Forf\< Good Night Still falls the shades of the sunset 'round us, The sofl-voiced thrush bade his mate ^ood ni{:^ht; Sweet fra,!:^ran(:e floats fr-f^m the flowers to us As they fold their ,oetals in the fading light. Earth's many voices relapse in stillness, Awed to silence by the dying light; Her tired workers rest in gladness, Shifting their burdens on the wings of night. Ivooking to God with trust and reverence, As the parting day fades away from sight; Waft on the evening breeze repentence, Then gladly each heart can say, "Good night." So will dawn life's closing evening, Happy to those who have lived for the right; Whose souls to eternal life arc cleaving, Can hojjefully and trustfully say, "Good night." Page One Hundred and Forty-One Faith Clearer far Than any mortal vision, Or the very brightest of any star. Is faith ; giving- substance to things not tangible And seeing beyond things seen To the Eternal and Invisible. Hope Hope reaches Beyond this vale of tears and struggle ; then However hard his lot, it teaches Man to be reconciled and his bark to flee To the shadow of a great rock; let the breakers roar and dash. That anchor holds him fast in life's sea. Love Mighter far Than the strength of muscle, or the sway Of gravitation over things that are Is love, which centered in the heart of God, And divinely working in man, will live on When he sleeps beneath the sod. Page One Hundred and Forty-Two A Victorious Faith Faith is the golden key That unlocks the treasures of heaven, And brings to the children of men, Sweet blessings, as ever were given. Faith lays hold of the promises of God With a grasp unyielding and strong; And in spite of sorrow and care, It fills the heart with a song. Faith sees the Invisible One And hand in hand with Him, Man triumphs over his foes, Overcomes temptation and sin. Faith lives in the presence of God, Keeps man pure in a world full of sin; Like lilies growing white from a soil That is black but kept clean from within. Faith scales every mount that impedes Man in his march to the goal ; For the prize of the high calling of God That awaits every conquering soul. Page One Hundred and Forty-Three Graces Three Give me the faith that ever clings, To Christ, the blessed King of Kings; His spirit dwelling in my heart That ne'er complains but ever sings. Give me the hope that reaches far. E'en through the pearly gates ajar; 'Twill anchor me in every storm, Till I have safely crossed the bar. Let my love each day. stronger be. For the Christ who first loved me ; To serve in high or lowly ways. Till his kind and blessed face I see. May I have these golden graces three, Like heavenly sunbeams there to be, Shining brightly within my heart; Faith and hope and charity. Then will other men be led to see, The likeness of the Christ in me. And not be satisfied 'til they As jewels have these graces three. Page One Hundred and Forty-Four St)ringtiine in the Country There's no place half so lovely, Where birds so sweetly sing, As springtime in the country Where life and verdure cling. The fields aflame with flowers, Stone walls where mosses cling; Her shady nooks and bowers, 'Neath which her choirs sing. Lambs out upon the hillside. Wandering where'er they will; The bees a-roaming fields wide, For nectar their hives to fill. The farmer free but busy, Scattering his fields with grain; The wild flowers make you dizzy, That grow in the old farm lane. The bare-foot boy a-whistling. Or singing loud and clear; And all the hens a-cackling The brook a-rippling near. The fall of springtime showers On the meadows bright and green. Make fragrant the passing hours, Where teeming life is seen. Page One Hundred and Forty-Five Did you ever hear such music. As that of bird and bee and boy? We city folks get homesick, In the spring to taste its joy. I know folks like the city. And the crowds upon the street; But for the tired it has no pity, Nor rest for the weary feet. But in quiet nooks and corners. Of the country in the spring. There is calm for the weary workers, And joy like the birds that sing. If you want to hear God's footfall, See his handiwork so fair; Just hear the country voices call, And spend the springtime there. Page One Huudrcd and Forty-Six ' The Old Farm Take me to the old farm, Among the whispering trees, Where there is joyous melody, Which floats upon the breeze. The quiet of the old farm. Has power to lull to rest; The yearning after its repose Is throbbing in my breast. The peaceful calm of the old farm, Lifts my spirit high, And pressed with busy city life, It bades my cares to fly. I love to think of the old farm. Where the sweetest songsters sing; Where cattle graze in the dewy fields Midst the fragrant flowers of spring. My spirit longs for the old farm, Like the hart for the water brooks; I'll faithfully ply my daily tasks. Then away to its quiet nooks. Each hill and vale of the old farm, And the star-lit sky above, Impresses my inner heart and life That the Giver of all is love. Page One Hundred and Forty-Seven Summer Eve in the Country A lovely calm pervades the air, Dusk has softened the sun's bright glare; Soft music as the cricket sings With katy-dids and other things. You hear now and then a sparrow's notes, Other birds have closed their throats And placed their heads beneath their wings, To rest awhile like other things. The horses turned out in the field, To rest their weary bodies yield; To eventide man's spirit clings, Like birds and flowers and other things. 'Tis summer eve when falls the dew Upon the grass and petals too ; God to my soul refreshment brings, As to birds and flowers and other things. No place where rest and silence cleave Like the country in the summer eve ; That sweet and restful quiet brings To men and birds and other things. Page One Hundred and Forty-Eight A Winter's Day Twas a day in winter bleak and cold; The wind was harsh and rough and bold ; The frost covered with silver the window panes, And the drifts lay deep in the old farm lanes. The sun seemed bereft of power to warm ; The ice formed thick in the wake of the storm ; The wind-swept-snows your eyes did blind, And a colder day was hard to find. In the old farm house was warmth and cheer, Not one dreamed that the day was drear; The fires burned cheerily in the stoves And blessings flew into the heart in droves. The corn was popped on a hearth near by; A hammer making the walnut shucks fly; Bins of apples in a cellar near, Filled the heart full to the brim with cheer. In each life some days are drear, When one feels lonely, in need of cheer; To the young and strong, the weak and old. There's peace and comfort in God's inner fold. Page One Hundred and Forty-Nine Folded Petals The flowers have closed their petals, When fell the shades of night; Refreshed with dew, that God hath sent E'er dawns the morning light. The meadow brook flows smoothly on, A mirror for the stars ; Not a leaf upon a tree that stirs. Not a jar, the stillness mars. The little bird has homeward bound To the oak where hangs its nest, And folded its weary pinions O'er its heart and is at rest. The bees have ceased their humming. About them all is still ; Their tired wings no longer fly Back and forth their hives to fill. The sheep out in the pasture Lie quiet 'neath the trees ; The old farm team, unharnessed, On their beds of straw at ease. O restless heart be still, be still Like these creatures of the sod ; Why worry? Fold thine arms and rest And simply trust in God. Page One Hundred and Fifty At Eventide Sweet eventide has fallen, And the heavens are filled with glow Of the setting sun, that mirrors Itself in the lake below. At eventide. Nothing disturbs the quiet, But all prevading peace Fills the air with calm And brings the soul release. Calm eventide. The shepherd drives his sheep Over the bridge of stone, On tK"e homeward path With them and God alone. At eventide. In the distance the old church tower Lends a civilizing touch; And thrills the shepherd's soul. To God he's thankful much, At eventide. Page One Hundred and Fifty-One The low red-thatched cottage At the foot of the hill, Is home so sweet and humble ; Happiness the shepherd's soul doth fill At eventide. Sweet rest at eventide, Now sunk the radiant sun, We hail the hour of peace With close of day and work all done. Glad eventide. Nature in silence bids the world repose; The sheep safe sheltered in the fold, So may the faithful shepherd Enter the pearly gates and gold At life's eventide. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Two. » A Real Vacation Vacation's come with all its cheer, The time that tired folks hold dear; Just let your cares and worries stay- Locked up somewhere, while you're away. Go to the woods where it is cool, And dip some joy from nature's pool; Just listen to her sweetest song And rest a bit and you'll get strong. Imagine you're a child again, And do just as you did, when You went a-fishing on the lake And took a lunch for your stomach's sake. Jump in the lake and take a swim. Whistle a bit and hum a hymn ; Beneath an old tree near the shore Think of the friend that you adore. Go where the stream leaps down the rock, Forget there ever was a clock To tell that you must go to work; Vacation's here, its time to shirk. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Three Just hear the patter of the rain, Let it wash away all labour's stain; And breathe the fragrance of the flowers. Improve these glad vacation hours. Just eat and sleep and take a rest, Be like the bird there in her nest That's cared for by her faithful mate, From early mora till it is late. Watch the golden sunrise o'er the hills Till every niche with light it fills; See evening draw aside her mist, Behold her jasper, rubies, amethist. Behold all this and you can trace God's presence in that lovely place; Let work and care together cease, Let nature flood your soul with peace. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Four The Woods I love the beauty of the woods, The fragrance of the flowers ; To press my feet upon the moss And rest 'neath nature's bowers. I love to walk among the trees And gather blossoms wild ; And berries red and blue and black, As I did when a child. I love to gather pebbles That lie dripping on the shore; Brilliant in all the tints and shades Of the rainbow sprinkled o'er. I love to hear God's choir sing In the shady temple fair; The harp of wind and note of bird, That tuned melody, calls me there. I love its beauty to twine my heart Like the vines the leafy trees; And have my worries fanned away By the gentle, cooling breeze. I love to bathe my soul in heaven, And plunge 'neath the crystal stream ; Refreshed like famished bush and petal When pearly dew-drops gleam. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Five I love to worship nature's God In his wooded temple grand; Where every petal, lichen, fern Are the love taps of his hand. I love the evening in the woods, With her jeweled crown of stars; When the angels hurry down to me Upon those golden bars. I love to leave the city streets, With their crowd and heat and din ; And creep away to God's green woods And hold sweet fellowship with Him. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Six Peace Mightier far That cannon, shot and shell, walls of adamant And piled up obstacles that seem to bar, Is Peace, that hovers like a dove O'er nations, and in spite of war Brings in the gentle reign of love. Joy Deeper far Than idle pleasure, the enjoyment of riches, The fleeting things of time and sense, that mar, Is joy, a note from the angel's song ; That abides with me in spite of sorrow When loved ones join the heavenly throng. Truth Truth lives When Error thinks she's dead, moves On to greater glory and gives Her bitter foes new cause for fear; Crushed like a rose more fragrant far, Her reign's forever and not a year. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Seven Humility Like the little lowly violet That's hid among the leaves, Known only by its fragrance That to every petal cleaves. The fruit when it is ripest And filled with juices sweet, Blesses the wayside traveler ■ By falling near his feet. The hills when bathed in loveliness With matchless sunset gold, Breathes to one of heaven Where the half can ne'er be told. *Tis the glory of the inner man Renewed by grace divine, That gleams upon the features And makes the face to shine. It is to hide behind the cross, Self lost with Christ in God, From such soil blooms humility Like the violet from the sod. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Eight Contentment The fern doth drive in the cooling dell, The rose in the sun doth glow; The water-lily drinks in the pool; The brook ripples sweet and low. The little violet in the grass, Blesses each passer-by ; Fills its place in the universe, For the glory of God on high. The luxurious orchid in its place, In the summer glory here. Joins with the tiny daisy fair, To fill the world with cheer. The busy bee content to toil, To fill the master's hive; The little wren with plumage plain, For no larger sphere they strive. So the lowly birds and flowers sweet. In the matchless landscape fair, And in their climes they fly and bloom Scattering brightness everywhere. Page One Hundred and Fifty-Nine Let man be content in his humble sphere, Be his task to carry a hod ; He can fill his days with honest toil And thus glorify his God. Content with things that can't be changed, And change the things he can, Will fill the heart with peace divine, And make blessed the path of man. Page One Hundred and Sixty Trust and Pray Why be anxious about tomorrow In the face of stern today? You'll have strength for what it brings If you only watch and pray. Why afraid when clouds hang heavy, With their dark and threatening pall? Trust in God and look above you, See, his hand is over all. What though fall the chilly shower, And the day be dark and drear? Trust in God brings bursts of sunshine, Fills the heart with peace and cheer. Don't you see the flowers blooming? Don't you hear the song birds sing? Happiness and sweet contentment Are the pearls that trust will bring. Trust will line your clouds with silver, Span them with the rainbow bright; Lift all burdens from your shoulders, Make your pathway blaze with light. Page One Hundred and Sixty-One What though stony grief's your pillow, An angels' ladder near you stands ; By simply trusting you can mount it Knowing the Saviour holds your hands. Don't waste time in useless worry, A heart of courage have you must. Bestowed upon you by the Father If you rest in Him and trust. Page One Hnudrcd and Sixty-Two Trust No day will dawn so dark But through the clouds some ray of light will steal, Some consciousness of Heaven's nearness, that We feel like singing with the lark. No day its burdens bring But we shall have strength to hear them one and all, Not by self-trust, but on the Heavenly Father call The soul mounts on eagle's wing. No sorrow will come to thee But the hand of Him will dry thy every tear, Who leaves us not but standeth ever near, Just trust Him faithfully. No temptation will you meet But some way of swift escape you'll surely find, And to virtue and truth will strongly bind, H you trust the mercy seat. No dark valley will be past But through its thickest gloom a light will shine, If a simple trust in God is ever thine, Thou shalt reach heaven at last. Page One Hundred and Sixty-Three The Old Family Bible How dear to my heart is the old family Bible, That tells us of Jesus the mighty to save ; The book of all comfort, the hope of the sinner, The lamp of our feet from the cradle to grave. And oft when I'm tempted to turn from my Saviour, A hand holds me fast and I'm saved by his love; The old family Bible, my mother's old Bible, The soul cheering Bible that points to above. How dear to my heart is the Christ of the Bible, Which makes it attractive to humble and great; With wisdom unerring, and love never failing, Points man to the path that is narrow and straight. In times of great sorrow when I feel sad and lonely, The Spirit of peace hovers o'er like a dove; The dear old Bible, my father's old Bible, The promise filled Bible which all of us love. How dear to my heart are the works of the Bible That challenge the thought of the scholar and sage; And twines its strong chord round the heart strings of children. And lifts up the fallen in every known age. And oft when I'm friendless and almost discouraged I turn to its pages with comfort and cheer; The old family Bible, the thumb worn old Bible, Which makes me feel conscious a Saviour is near. Page One Hundred and Sixty-Five We may be old and gray ourselves, Yet there's a presence that seems to hover Near us as we struggle on; It's no one else but mother. The golden chain that last will break, If we perchance shall wander. Away from right and truth and God, Will be the prayers of mother. And when we pass through Gates Ajar, Through Christ the soul's great Lover That home will be more charming far. For the presence there of mother. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Six Your Wedding Day Your wedding- day is here, 'Tis beautiful and lovely June; Pray that the God you love be near And your hearts with him in tune. Your wedding day, the soul's noontide ; The flowers breath svv^eet fragance Over this union God has tied On this gala day of June. You are no longer twain but one, The holy words are said; Your walk together begun, In love's sweet bond you're wed. O wing to Him your prayer, For his blessing pure and sweet, Like choicest pearls and rare Are gathered at the mercy seat. His presence happiness will bring, Keep your love sweet and strong; If together to Him you cling. Gilds all heaven and earth with song. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Seven O, may we restore to our children The custom our fathers know Of sittini:^ with mother and the children Together in iho old family pow. There are fathers and mothers in heaven And with them their children, too. Who iMKMied their hearts' door to Jesus While ti\!;ether in the o\(\ family pew. /'()<;«' Onr Jlumi'cd and Sixty-Eight Easter Praise Sprinj^'- forth yc buds oi nature, ,si>rin^, Let all llic birds break forth and sinj^; For Christ, tlie Lord, is risen today, Sorrow lifts its wings and flics away. Wave on, ye spotless lilies wave, Christ burst the tomb, has power to save; Let thy sweet fragrance fill the air, And Easter cheer fly everywhere. Sweet flower petals, open wide. For Christ in the grave did not abide; Let nature's choir chant his praise. Let men with angels their voices raise. Let earth her sweetest blossoms bring, To wreath the Christ, her risen King; While out from Heaven's gates of gold, Floats Easter cheer for youw^ and old. Arise, ye sinful men, arise, From thy dead selves mount to the skies; Thy lives continued praise will bring, To Christ, the lovely risen King. Page One Hundred and Sixty-Nine Suppose Tonight Suppose tonight you wore to walk Into the otYioe of your boss; And say to him. "I'm going- to quit" Would your going be a loss? Suppose tonight you tell your church That you are about to leave; Would collections be loss, a voice be missed, ^^'ould the members for you grieve? Suppose your neighbor you inform That you're going to move away ; Would he with tearful voice declare "I will miss you many a day?" Suppose tonight you left the town Where you have lived for years ; Would good men miss you on the street And shed for you their tears? Suppose you're called to leave the world When sets the evening sun ; Would your bier be covered with blossoms sw^eet In memory of what you have done? Let us fill the circles where we move With loving deeds and grand ; That friends will be loth to say "Farewell" When we pass to tho botlor land. Page One Hundred and 5t':r;;/v The Pessimist The pessimist always sees the dark ; Never hears the singinj^ lark ; He walks with sad and doleful tread ; Never sees the light ahead. On every rose he finds some thorns; He's ever looking for the storms, His days are always cloudy then, Ne'er what to him they should have been. His world is j^oinj^ to the bad, Far worse than when he was a lad. Wrong sits upon the throne, says he, And truth is sunk in infamy. He thinks the most of men are cheats, The world is full of real dead beats; The good men ought to be far better. And bad men all the good doth fetter. Throw an ounce of pessimism on the marts You'll destroy a jjound of human hearts; While optimism in man or boy. Helps fill men's hearts with hopeful joy. Page One Hundred and Seventy-One The Golden Wedding There was a day when we were young My pretty wife and I ; For her I've many praises sung, As time slipped by. I would not have missed one hour Of these g-olden years ; Her smile has been my sweetest flower Love has calmed our fears. Fifty golden years have sped Since wedded, wife and I ; Our tears together we have shed, And looked to God on high. We've worked hard together, I and my wife so true ; Nought our hearts could sever As the years of gold flew. Blest companionship along the way, We have kept our tryst ; And happy on this golden wedding day, In the love of Christ. When the "Flood of years" cease to roll, Wife and I are growing old — We shall be joined soul to soul Beyond the gates of gold. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Two Man and St. Paul's Cathedral A man went to St. Paul's Cathedral, A noble man was he ; Whose soul was in tune with the beautiful, And with God in sympathy. The beautiful service charmed him, The mighty organ thrilled his soul, The choir, like voices from heaven, As waves celestial did roll. A feeling of awe crept o'er him, It was all so majestic and grand. As if entering the eternal city Before gates of gold to stand. The lights formed a ladder golden Let down as by an angel's hand, And bathed with the glory of heaven. On which the foot of man could stand. And mount towards God his Maker, 'Til lost in the radiant light, Of Christ who illumines the City, To which thoughts took their flight. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Three Man seemed small in this great Cathedral In the presence of the God above ; Yet this message it seemed to whisper "Not too small for the Father's love." To God, greater than that mighty Cathedral, Was the man who worshipped there ; Whose heart was in tune with His choir, Loving Christ, the beautiful, the fair. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Four Mother's Day There are days historic, known to men, Of one kind and another; But none so close to the human heart As this one kept for mother. A day that's honored by us all, By father, sister, brother; On which is brought the sweetest flowers, To twine a wreath for mother. No rose so lovely as her smile, No music like her voice; The memory of her kindly deeds, Makes her children's hearts rejoice. Our guide through childhood's tender years, No wonder that we love her And pluck the sweetest, whitest rose In memory of mother. She toiled from morn till late at night. Bearing the burdens of another; And never can we think of home, But we see the face of mother. Who bore all burdens patiently. And trusted One above her And taught the children how to pray? Our memory says, '"Twas mother." Page One Hundred and Seventy-Five We may be old and gray ourselves, Yet there's a presence that seems to hover Near us as we struggle on; It's no one else but mother. The golden chain that last will break, If we perchance shall wander, Away from right and truth and God, Will be the prayers of mother. And when we pass through Gates Ajar, Through Christ the soul's great Lover That home will be more charming far, For the presence there of mother. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Six Your Wedding Day Your wedding- day is here, 'Tis beautiful and lovely June; Pray that the God you love be near And your hearts with him in tune. Your wedding day, the soul's noontide ; The flowers breath sweet fragance Over this union God has tied On this gala day of June. You are no longer twain but one. The holy words are said ; Your walk together begun, In love's sweet bond you're wed. O wing to Him your prayer. For his blessing pure and sweet, Like choicest pearls and rare Are gathered at the mercy seat. His presence happiness will bring. Keep your love sweet and strong; If together to Him you cling, Gilds all heaven and earth with song. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Seven Angels from their snowy wings, Sift down heaven's golden ray; Her sweetest choir sings On this your wedding day. The dear ones wish you well, Home memories twine your heart; Love's message sweet they tell As towards Gates Ajar you start. May you feel the Invisible near Through life's winding way; Then each succeeding year Will be like your wedding day. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Eight Memories of Christmas What do you suppose I'm thinking of, dear, On this quiet Sabbath day? That grand old Christmas draweth near, Just one, yes, one day away. How many memories it awakens, dear, On this calm day of rest ! They are all joyful, none are drear, The sweetest, purest and best. I feel that again, I'm a child, dear. As I was long years ago ; , With my stocking hanging in the corner near, Brim full from top to toe. It reminds me of home, sweet home, dear, As it was in my childhood days When my brothers and sisters too, were near, And we sang the glad Christmas lays. One can't forget such a Christmas, dear, We were up at the peep of day; Those times were filled with love and cheer, Those memories just cling and stay. Page One Hundred and Seventy-Nine What Christmas can equal those, dear, When you and I were young? When the angel choir drew so near, That we heard the songs they sung. Peace on earth, good will to men, dear, Was the song those angels sung; Let us fill the children's hearts with cheer, As others did when we were young. Then when they are old and gray, dear, The memories that sure will last To fill their weary hearts with cheer. Will be the Christmas days of the past. Page One Hundred and Eighty No Night There No night is there — Here clouds obscure the sun, Oft when the day has just begun. No clouds are there. No night is there — Here many shadows fall, Gloom comes to one and all No shadows there. No night is there — Dreary hours filled with tears, And heart aches fill our years No sorrow there. . No night is there — No good-byes ever spoken, Loved circles never broken No separation there. No night is there — But Christ the true and fair, Gives sunshine everywhere No gloom is there. Page One Hundred and Eighty-One The Land of the Living Earth is the land of the dying, In heaven we live not die ; This is the land of the crying, In heaven no cause to cry. Earth is the land of the sighing. In heaven we never sigh ; Here there are heart aches and weeping, No sorrow or tears on high. Earth is the place of the testing. In heaven is peace and rest; Here we have struggles most trying, But calm and serene the blest. This is the land of sinning, In heaven there is no sin ; On earth how oft the tempting, There, no tempter can enter in. Earth is called the land of the living. To heaven that title belongs ; Here there is dying and sighing, Life and gladness with the heavenly throngs. We can make of this earth a heaven, By being masters of sin; By scattering sunshine and gladness, With peace and contentment thrown in. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Two Nd Good -Byes in Heaven In heaven no good-byes are spoken, No tender, loving ties are broken; But joy and peace forevermore, Upon the happy, golden shore. How precious, no good-byes in heaven, No farewell words are ever spoken ; Where friend from friend will never part, No tears in eyes, no grief of heart. Good-byes are often spoken here, Hence eyes are filled with many a tear; We meet and part like ships at sea. From parting days but few are free. For in this world we meet to part. How brief the fellowship of hearts; We meet today and part tomorrow; It fills our hearts with care and sorrow. Good-byes are floating on the air. At home, abroad, and everywhere ; From children's lips they spring with glee, While the aged whisper them dolefully. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Three Our last qood-bye will soon be said. If by God's Spirit we are led. Parting from earth, we'll enter heaven, Where heart from heart is never riven. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Four God's Hand in America's History I see the loving- hand of God, In America's history grand; And He who guides the course of worlds, Watches o'er our native land. Was with her in her infant days, Stood by the cradle of her birth ; Guided the Pilgrims to our shores, Established liberty on the earth. On America's bleak and rock-bound coast, Hope rose like a star at night; As the Pilgrims sought the help of God, Who turns darkness into light. God's hand was with our Washington, And his heroic soldier band. Wresting liberty from a foreign foe, Through blood wrought deeds, most grand. Upon the ashes of a monarchy. Built a nation great and strong, For the oppressed of every land on earth. Who are true to freedom's song. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Five Through the angry billows of Civil War, God brought the Ship of State ; Through Lincoln and the boys in blue, Saved her from disunion's fate. Be with us yet our Father's God, We plead of Thee most true; Shield the Starry banner of the Free, Our own red. white and blue. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Six Remember the Brave Memorial Day we gladly keep, And l(jve its halKjwed hrjurs; For the brave beneath the sod asleep, We scatter earth's fair flowers. When father Abraham sent the call, For men to volunteer; From farm and factory, college hall, The boys in blue said "Here." The young and brave fell in the strife, For country, flag and home ; They bade adieu to children, wife, Through bloody fields to roam. How grand they fell on battle field. And starved in prisons drear, Let hearts the sweetest homage yield. And bring our flowers here. All hail the brave who fell asleep. On Southern battle fields; God ease the hearts of those who weep, Their precious memory shields. Let roses sweet their graves surround. And lilies white, there bloom ; To deck the unknown soldier's mound. Or those sleeping 'neath the tomb. Paye One Hundred and Eighty-Seven O gray-haired heroes ye who stand, War-aged before your years, Your sleeves without an arm or hand, We blend with you our tears. The sweetest flowers that ever bloom, We Avreath around your head. Lay others on your comrades' tomb, And remember the gallant dead. Wave, ye starry banner, wave, The emblem of the free ; Your stars were fixed there by the brave. They carried you to victory. Go then where'er the soldiers sleep. Make holy May's closing hours; Their memory like choicest pearls we keep, And strew their graves with fiowers. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Eight No> Flowers for the Soldiers ? j ! No flowers for the soldiers In God's great world so fair? No petals sweet a-blooming In the woods or anywhere? No flowers for the heroes, ] The boys both grand and true? I The boys who saved the Union, i The boys who wore the blue? I Go search the fields for flowers, * Those white and every hue ; j And twine them into garlands, For the boys who wore the blue. i Let not a single soldier's grave Be without some blossom sweet; , For God has provided flowers To lay at heroes' feet. The rich can buy some roses, j And the poor can find a few, i Perhaps a bunch of daisies ^ For some grave where lays the blue. Page One Hundred and Eighty-Nine And don't forget the unknown dead, But sing their requiem, too; And hang a wreath upon each slab. For these boys who wore the blue. And teach your children's children, Of these veterans true and brave; And have them search for flowers To deck a soldier's grave. At the dawn of Decoration Day, Make hallowed all its hours ; Salute the flag they died to save And cover their graves with flowers. And shout hurrah for those who march Their comrades' graves to strew; And scatter sweet forget-me-nots In the path of the boys in blue. No flowers for the soldiers? Ah, God's sunshine and His dew Have most bountifully provided For each boy who wore the blue. Page One Hundred and Ninety Waiting for Christmas "How long it is before Christmas?" Said a patient little boy ; Who was longing and anxiously waiting, To dip in its well of joy. "How slowly the days are passing, As I count them one by one ; Before the dawn of the Christmas morn. With its bundles and bushels of fun. Santa's so slow in coming, He moves as with leaden wheel ; I'm getting so tired of waiting, I can't tell you just how I feel. But Santa will bring me something. Packages, both large and small ; You bet your boots I'm anxious, His bundles to overhaul. Hurry up, hurry up, old Santa, Come with your joys and fun; If I could get behind your reindeer, I would soon have them on the run. Page One Hundred and Ninety-One I think old Santa is coming, I believe I hear a bell ; And the shouts of his ringing laughter, As he spins through vale and dell. I'm tired, old Santa, awaiting. For your bundles and pack of joy; Just imagine, that I'm you, Santa, And you are the waiting boy." Page One Hundred and Ninety-Two DEC 6 1912 LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 018 360 335 8 i