PHICE- S UliNTS ONE HUNDRED tt| and |oDp ::i;;l!ASiJ &L£^fON8 f.Qfl T ! u U& !H#Jii Through the Rye." If a body finds a lesson Rather hard and dry, If nobody comes to 'show' him, Need a body cry ? If he's little time to study Should he stop and sigh ?| Ere he says ' I can not get it,' Ought he not to Try;? If a body scans his lesson With a steady eye, 18 AH its hardness he will conquer,- Conquer by and by. Then how neatly he'll recite it, Face not all awry ! Ne'er again he'll say ' I can not !■ But will go and Try ! 22 THE KING AND HILLER. There dwelt a miller, hale and bold, Beside the river Dee ; He work'd and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he ; And this the burden of his song Forever used to be : " I envy no one — no, not I ! And no one envies me !" " Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said old king Hal, ' ' As wrong as wrong can be ; For could my heart be light as thine, I'd gladly change with thee. And tell me now : what makes thee sing With voice so loud and free, While I am sad, though I'm a King, Beside the river Dee !" The miller smiled and doffed his cap — " I earn my bread," quoth he, " I love my wife, I love my friend, I love my children three. I owe no one I cannot pay, I thank the river Dee, That turns the mill that grinds the corn To feed my babes and me. ' ' 19 " Good friend," said Hal, and sighed the while, • ' Farewell and happy be : But say no more, if thou'dst be true, That no one envies thee. Thy mealy cap is worth my crown, Thy mill my. kingdom fee, Such men as thou are England's boast, Oh, miller of the Dee !" 23 A ROSY CROWN. A rosy crown we twine for thee, Of Flora's richest treasure, We lead thee forth to dance and glee, To mirth and youthful pleasure. Take, O take the rosy, the rosy crown, Take, O take the rosy, the rosy crown. The myrtle, thyme, and eglantine, One blended wreath discloses ; And bid their fragrant breath combine With those emblushing roses. We bade the fairest flowers that grow, Their varied tribute render, To shine above that brow of snow, In all their sunny splendor. Then deign to wear the wreath we twine, Thy beauteous ringlets shading ; And be its charms a type of thine, In all except their fading. 24 THE HOWER'S SONG. When early morning's ruddy light Bids man to labor go : 20 We haste with scythes all sharp and bright The meadow grass to mow, We mowers, dal de ral day, We cut the lilies and— » Cho.— Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha I ha ! ha ! Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, day, We cut the lilies and hay. The cheerful lark sings sweet and clear, The blackbird chirps away, And all is lively, sprightly here Like merry, merry May. We mowers, dal de ral day, We roll the swath of green — Cho.— Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! Hey, dey, de}', yes, hey, dey, day, We roll the swath of green hay. The maidens come in gladsome train, And skip along their way, Rejoiced to tread the grassy plain, And toss the new-mown ha} 7 , The maidens, dal de ral day, They rake the lilies— Cho.— Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! .Hey, de}-, dey, yes, hey, dey, day, They rake the lilies and hay. ALL HAIL THE POWER OF JESUS' NAHE. c. All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall, Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. 21 Sinners, wnose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet And crown Him Lord of all. Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, On this terrestial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. 36 TWILIGHT IS FALLING. Twilight is stealing over the sea, Shadows are falling dark on the lea: Borne on the night winds voices of yore Come from the far-off shore. Cho. — Far away beyond the star-lit skies, Where the love-light never, never dies, Gleam eth a mansion fill 'd 'with delight, Sweet, happy home so bright. Voices of lov'd ones ! songs of the past ! Still linger round me, while life shall lasi, Lonely I wander, sadly I roam, Seeking that far-off home. Come in the twilight, come, come to me ! Bringing some message over the sea, Cheering my pathway while here I roam, Seeking that far-off home. 27 AWAY TO SCHOOL. Our youthful hearts for learning burn, Away, away to school : To science now our steps we turn ; 22 Away, away to school. We turn from home and all its charms, And leave our parents' loving arms ; Away to school, away to school, Away, away to school. Behold ! a happy band appears : Away, away to school. The shout of joy now fills dur ears : Away, away to school. Our voices ring in music sweet, When with our friends in school we meet, Away to school, away to school, Away, away to school. No more we roam in idle play, Away, away to school. In study now we spend the day ! Away, away to school. United in a peaceful band We're join'd in heart, we're join'd iu hand, Away to school, away to school, Away, away to school. 8 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER. || : Down the stream so cheerily Beside the mill we row, Where the echoes merrily Their playful chorus throw ; :|| Cho. — Tra la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la la la la la la To the pretty Natalie » A passing draught we fill, Sweetly singing there, Where tic-tac, tic-tac goes the mill, 23 Tic-tac tic-tac goes the mill,. Tic-tac goes the mill. When we call, oh, rapidly She answers us again, And stops the wheel right steadily, To hear our homeward strain. Parting, then, regretfully, We turn the dark'uing hill, With " Pretty maid, adieu," And tic-tac, tic-tac goes the mill. 29 COHE, CHEERFUL COMPANIONS. Come, cheerful companions, unite in our song, Here's to the friends we love ! May bountiful Heaven'their sweet lives prolong ! Here's to the friends we love ! Chorus. Oh, sympathy deepens whenever we sing ; Friendship's the mystical word in our ring ; Here's to our friends ! Here's to our friends ! Here's to the friends we love ! And first, the dear parents who watch o'er our youth, They are the friends we love ! And next are the teachers who tell us of truth, They are the friends we love ! Next, think of the absent to all us dear, They are the friends we love ! Oh, would they were with us, we would they were They are the friends we love ! [here ! £4 And here's to the good, and the wise, and the true, They are the friends we love ! Their beautiful lives are for me and for you, They are the friends we love ! ROSE OF ALLANDALE. The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the sea, When Mary left her highland cot, And wander'd forth with me. The flowers deck'd the mountain side, And fragrance fill'd the vale. By far the sweetest flower there The rose of Allandale. Cho. — 'Twas the rose ot Allandale, 'Twas the rose of Allandale. Where'er I wander'd, east or west, Tho' fate began to lower, A solace still was she to me, In sorrow's lonely hour ; When tempests lash'd our gallant bark, And rent her shivering sail, One maiden form withstood the storm, 'Twas the rose of Allandale. And when my fever'd lips were parch'd On burning Afric's sand, She whisper' d notes of happiness, And tales of distant land : My life had been a wilderness, Unblest by fortune's gale, Had fate not link'd my lot. to hers, The rose of Allandale. 25 31 WAKE, WAKE THE MORNING. IO, II, II, II. Wake, wake the morning, bright the golden ray ! All our hearts rejoicing hail the newborn day. Come, O Lord, our Savior, bless our youthful band, Grant us heavenly favor ; guard us with Thy hand. Wake, wake the morning ; happy, happy day, All our hearts and voices grateful homage pay. May the King of Glory from his throne above, Shed his gentle spirit, fill our hearts with love. Wake, wake the morning, joyful tidings bear ; Children's hearts and voices blend in grateful pray'r. Come, O Lord, our Savior, make us all thine Own Like the pure, sweet angels dwelling round thy throne. 32 THE SILENTLY FALLING SNOW. In flakes of a feathery white, 'Tis falling so gently and slow ; Oh, pleasant to me is the sight, When silently falling the snow ; Snow, snow, snow, When silently falling the snow ; Snow, snow, snow, When silently falling the snow. The earth is all covered to-day j] With mantle of radiant snow. It sparkles and shines in the ray In crystals of glittering snow ; || Snow, snow, snow, In crystals of glittering snow.|| Oh, happy the snow-birds I see, While hopping and flitting they go ! 26 They tell of a lesson to me, While feeding in beautiful snow, || Snow, snow, snow, While feeding in beautiful snow.|| How spotless it seems and how pure, I would that my spirit were so ! Then, long as my soul shall endure, More brightly I'd shine than the snow. || Snow, snow, snow, More brightly I'd shine than the snow. But soon with the breath of the spring, Down streamlets and rivers 'twill flow, The seasons of summer will bring Bright flowers of silvery snow, || Snow, snow, snow, Bright flowers of silvery snow.|| 33 BONNIE DOON. Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair, How can ye sing, ye little birds, And I sae weary full of care ? You'll break my heart, ye little bird, That wanton through the flowring thorn, Ye mind me of departed joys, Departed, never to return. Oft have I strayed by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine ; Where ilka bird sang of his love, And fondly sae did I o' mine, With lightsome heart I pulled a rose, Full sweet upon its thorny tree, 2j But my false lover stole the rose, And left the thorn behind to me. 34 AriERICA. God bless our native land ! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! For her our pray'rs shall rise To God above the skies, On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry, God save the state ! LITTLETHINGS. Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the beauteous land. And the little moments, Humble ' hough they be, Make the mighty ages, Of eternity. So our little errors, Lead the soul away, From the path of virtue, • Oft in sin to stray. 6s and 4s. 6s and 5s. 28 Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden Like the Heaven above. Little seeds of mercy, Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands. 36 FOLLOW HE FULL OF GLEE. Children go, to and fro, In a merry, pretty row, Footsteps light, faces bright, 'Tis a happy, happy sight. Swiftly turning round and round, Do not look upon the ground ; Follow me, full of glee, Singing merrily, Cho. — Singing merrily, merrily, merrily, Sing merrily, merrily, merrily, Follow me, full of glee, Singing merrily. Birds are frae, so are we, And we live as happily ; Work we do, study too, Learning daily something new, Then we laugh and dance and sing, Gay as birds or anything, Follow me, full of glee, Singing merrily. Work is done, play's begun, Now 'we have our laugh and fun ; 29 Happy days, pretty days, And no naughty, naughty ways, Holding fast each other's hand, We're a happy, cheerful band, F >116w me, full of glee, Singing merrily. 37 AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should ^vild acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne ? Cho. — For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld laug syne ; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa ha'e run aboot the braes, And pu'd the gowaus fine ; But we've wandered many a, weary foot Sin' auld lang syne. We twa ha'e sporten i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha'e roared, Sin' auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 38 TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, 3° TJp above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Cho. — Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. Then the trav'ller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny sparks ; He could not see which way to go, If you would not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, While you through my window peep, And you nevsr shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. 39 HOME, CAN I FORGET THEE. Home, home, can I forget Thee, Dear, dear, dearly loved home. No, no, still I regret thee, Tho' I may far from thee roam. Home, home, home, home, Dearest and happiest home, Home, home, why did I leave thee ? Dear, dear friends, do not mourn. Home, home, once more receive me, Quick to thee I'll return. 40 HAPPY LAND. There is a happy land, Far, far away, 6s and 4s 3i Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day ; Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Savior King, Loud let His praises ring, Praise, praise for aye ! Bright in that happy land, Beams ev'ry eye ; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run : Be a crown and kingdom won, And bright above the sun, We'll reign for aye ! Come to that happy land, Come, come away, Why will ye doubting stand, Why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye ! DECK THE HALL. Deck the hall with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la la la la la. 'Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la la la la la, Don we now our gay apparel, Troll the ancient Christmas carol, Fa la la la la la la la la. See the blazing yule before us, Fa la la la la la la la la. 32 Strike the harp and join the chorus, Fa la la la la la la la la, Follow me in merry measure, While I tell of Christmas treasure, Fa la la la la la la la la. Fast away the old year passes, Fa la la la la la la la la, Hail the new, ye lads and lasses, Fa la la la la la la la la. Sing we joyous all together, Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa la la la la la la la Is. 42 MOUNTAIN MAID'S INVITATION. Come, come, come, O'er the hills free from care, In my home true pleasures share, Blossoms sweet, flowers most rare, Come where joys are found. Here the sparkling dews of morn, Tree and shrub with gems adorn, Jewels bright, gaily worn, Beauty all around. Tra la la la la la la, Tra la la la la la la, Jewels bright, gaily worn, Beauty all around. Come, come, come, Not a sigh, not a tear, F/er if found in sadness here, Music soft breathing near, Charms away each care. Birds in joyous hours among Hilll and dale with grateful song, Dearest strains here prolong, Vocal all the air, Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la, Dearest strains here prolong, Vocal all the air. Come, come, come, When the day 's gently gone, Evening shadows coming on, Then by love kindly won, Truest bliss be thine. Ne'er was found a bliss so pure, Never joys so long endure, Who would not love secure ? Who would joys decline ? Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la, Who would not love secure ? Who would joys decline ? 13 HOBBY=HORSE. Hop, hop, hop ! nimble as a top, Where 'tis smooth and where 'tis stony, Trudge along my little pony, Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop ! nimble as a top, Whoa, whoa, whoa ! how like fun you go ! Very well, my little pony, Safe's our jaunt tho' rough and stony, Spare, spare, spare, spare, spare ! sure enough we're there. Here, here, here ! yes, my pony dear : Now with oats and hay I'll treat you I 2 34 And with smiles will ever greet you, Pony, pony dear ! yes my pony dear. 44 FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes. Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise, My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock dove, whose echo resounds from the hil Ye wild whistling black-birds in your thorny dell, Thou greencrested lapwing, thy screaming forbea I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hill, Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primrose blow ! There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea, The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides And winds by the cot where my Mary resides ! How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As ga^h'ring sweet flowrets, she stems thy clear wav Flow gently, sweet afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays : My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 45 UPIDEE. The shades of night were falling fast, Tra la la, Tra la la, 35 As through a mountain village passed, Tra la la la la, A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device: Cho. — Upideei, deei, da, Upidee, Upida, Upideei, deei da, Upideeida ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Tra la la, Tra la la, Flashed like a falchion from his sheath, Tra la la la la, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue. " O stay," the maiden said, ''and rest, Tra la la, Tra la la, Thy weary head upon my breast !" Tra la la la la. A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh. MILL MAY. 'he strawberries grow in the mowing, Mill May, And the bobolink sings on the tree ; )n the knolls the red clover is growing, Mill May, Then come to the meadow with me. Chorus. fe&j come, the ripe clusters among the thick grass, We'll pick in the mowing, Mill May, Mill May. Hid the long afternoon together we'll pass, When the clover is growing, Mill May, Mill May, Vhen the clover is growing, Mill May. "ome, come, ere the season is over Mill May, To the fields where the strawberries grow : While the thick growing stems and the clover, Mil] Shall meet us wherever we go. [May, The sun slanting under your bonnet, Mill May, Will soon bring a soft glow to your face, And your lip — the strawberries leave on it, Mill May A tint that the sea shell would grace. 47 PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE. I've traveled about a bit in my time, And of troubles I've seen a few : But found it better in every clime, To paddle my own canoe. My wants they are small, I care not at all, If my debts are paid when due, I drive away strife in the ocean of life, When I paddle my own canoe. Cho.— Then love your neighbor as yourself, As the world you go traveling through, And never sit dowu with a tear or a frown, But paddle your own canoe. It's all very well to depend on a friend, That is, if you've proved him true, But you'll find it better by far in the end, To paddle your own canoe. To borrow is dearer by far than to buy, A maxim, though old, still true, You never will sigh if you only will try To paddle your own canoe. If a hurricane rise in the midday skies, And the sun be lost to view, Move steadily by with a steadfast eye, And paddle your own canoe. 37 The daisies that grow in the bright, green fields Are blooming full sweet for you, vSo never sit down with a tear or a frown, But paddle your own canoe. (8 TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP. n the prison cell I sit, thinking, mother, dear, of you, And our bright and happy home so far away, Vnd the tears they fill my eyes, spite of all that I can do, Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. Chorus. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, Cheer up comrades, they will come, Lnd beneath the starry flag we shall breathe the air again, Of our free land in our own beloved home. n the battle front we stood when their fiercest charge they made And they swept us of a hundred men or more ; 3ut before we reached their lines, they were beaten back dismay 'd And we heard the cry of victory o'er and o'er. so within the prison cell we are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door, \.nd the hollow eye grows bright, and the poor heart almost gay, As we think of seeing home and friends once more. 38 i WHEN THE GREEN LEAVES. When the green leaves come again, my love, When the green leaves come again, Why put on a dark and cloudy face, When the green leaves, when the green leave When the green leaves come again. Ah ! this spring will still be like the last, Of its promise false and vain, And the summer die in winter's arms, Ere the green leaves come again. So the"seasons pass, and so our lives, Yet I never will complain ; But I sigh, while yet I know not why — When the green leaves come again. Nay, lift up your thankful eyes, my love ! Thinking less of grief and pain, For as long as hill and vale shall last, Will the green leaves come again. Sure as earth lives under winter's snow, Sure as love lives under pain, — It is good to sing with everything, When the green leaves come again. 50 OLD FOLKS AT HOME. Way down upon the Swanee liver, Far, far away, There's where my heart is turning ever, There's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation, And the old folks at home. 39 Cho. — All the world is sad and dreary, Bv'ry where I roam, Oh, darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home. One little hut among the bushes, One that I love, . Still sadly over my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove ; When will I see the bees a-humming, All round the comb ? When shall I hear the banjo thuming, Down in my good old home ? All round the little farm I wandered, When I was young, Then my happy days I sqnandered, Many the songs I sung. When I w r as playing with my brother, Happy was I, Oh, take me back to my kind'mother, ? There let me live and die. BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC ine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of th e Lord ; is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. Cho.— Glory ! glory hallelujah ! His truth is marching on. lave seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred cir- cling camps, 40 They have builded Him an altar in the evenir dews and damps, I can read His righteous sentence m the dim ar flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows steel, . As ye deal with my contemners, so with you xj grace shall deal. Let the Hero born of woman crush the serpent wi his heel, Since God is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall ne\ call retreat, He is sifting out the hearts of men before His juc ment seat ; . , Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubih my feet ! Our God is marching on. 52 SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER. Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer That calls me from a world of care, Ank bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of praye: Thy wings shall my petition bear To Him, whose truth and faithfulness, Engage the waiting soul to bless. And since He bids me seek His face, Believe His word and trust His grace, I'll cast to Him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! May I thy consolation share : . Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my home and take my flight. This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise To seize the everlasting prize And shout while passing through the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. SWINGING. Oh the sports of childhood ! Roaming through the wildwood, Running o'er the meadows, happy and free, But my heart's a-beating, For the old time greeting, Swinging 'neath the old apple-tree. 30. — Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging, Ivulling care to rest 'neath the old apple- tree. Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging, Swinging 'neath the the old apple-tree. Swaying in the sunbeams, Floating in the shadow, Sailing on the breezes, happy and free ; Chasing all our sadness, Shouting in our gladness, Swinging 'neath the old apple-tree. Oh, the sports of childhood ! Roaming thro' the wildwood, 42 Swinging o'er the meadow, happy and free, How my heart's a-beating, Thinking of the greeting, Swinging 'neath the old apple-tree. 54 JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, HOTHER. Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view — Comrades brave around me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God, For well we know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod. Cho. — Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your heart again, But oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain. Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can- come. Tell the traitors all around you, That their cruel words we know, In ev'ry battle kill our soldiers, By the help they give the foe. Hark ! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight. Now, may God protect us, mother, As he ever does the right. Hear the ' ' Battle Cry of Freedom, ' ' How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there. 43 55 GOOD-BYE. Fare veil, farewell is a lonely sound And always brings a sigh, But give to me, when loved ones part, That sweet old word "good-bye." Cho. — That sweet old word "good-bye," But give to me, when loved ones part, That sweet old word ' 'good-bye. ' ' Farewell, farewell may do for gay, When pleasure's throng is nigh, But give to me that better word That comes from the heart, "good-bye." Adieu, adieu, we hear it oft With a tear, perhaps with a sigh, But the heart feels most when the lips move not And the eye speaks the gentle "good-bye." Farewell, farewell is never heard , When the tear 's in the mother's eye, Adieu, adieu, she speaks it not, But, my love, "good-bye," "good-bye." 56 WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COniNG. Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours, Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers ; * Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun, Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done. 44 Work, for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon ; Full brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon Give every flying minute Something to keep in store ; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for the daylight flies : Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more, Work, while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is over. 57 MARYLAND. The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland ! my Maryland ! His touch is at thy temple door, Maryland ; my Maryland ! Avenge the patriotic gore That flecked the streets of Baltimore, And be the battle queen of yore, Maryland ! my Maryland ! Dear mother ! burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland I my Maryland ! Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland ! my Maryland ! She meets her sisters on the plain ; " Sic semper," 'tis the fond refrain That baffles millions back g.main, Maryland ! my Maryland ! 45 I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland ! my Maryland ! The Old' Line's bugle, fife and drum, Maryland ! my Maryland ! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb, Huzza ! she spurns the Northern scum, She breathes, — she burns, she'll come, she'll come Maryland I my Maryland ! A, B, C. The A, B, C, is pleasant to me, I'm learning all the. day, Whene'er I look on the page of a book I can see but A, B, C. Cho.— A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, And down to X, Y, Z. If I can fix these marks twenty-six In my careless little head, I'll read every book as soon as I look, At the letters o'er it spread. I now will learn them all in their turn, The letters large and small, For how can I spell or pronounce them well Till I have learned them all. The bees and flies have bright little eyes, But they cannot read like me : They crawl on the book and seem to look, But they don't know A, B, C. 4 6 59 ONWARD. " Onward, onward, ever onward," Is the nation's cry ; " Freedom's cause will never languish," One and all reply. Cho. — Shout aloud the joyful chorus To the land we love, For who loveth not his country Must unfaithful prove. Onward, onward, land we cherish, Bound by union's tie, May the banner waving o'er us Ever float on high. Onward, let our noble country Ever lead the van, Trusting in the God of nations For the guiding 1 hand. 60 THE SCHOOL. To our school, happy school, we will go, To our books and slates, haste away ; And in school all our time well employ, Never leaving to idle or play. Chorus. To our school we will go, Though the wind and the storm may be near, To our school we will go, -Tis the home of our childhood so dear. To our school, pleasant school, we will go, And in youth every moment employ, 47 To improve mind and heart we will try, . And onr life will be pleasure and joy. To our school, pleasant school, we will go, Where are friendships that never shall fade, Where are hopes that are tender and pure, Bursting forth into life newly made. 61 GAY AND HAPPY. We're the school that's gay and happy, In our places always found ; When the bell rings out its welcome, 'Tis to me a merry sound. Cho. — So let our playmates roam as they will, Here we will lie happy still, Reading, spelling, playing, singing, We'll be gay and happy still. If we only do our duty, Faithful follow every rule, Then we shall be glad and happy In our ever pleasant school. L,et us ever, as true scholars, Mind the lessons we are taught, None but idle, disobedient, In the dunce's seat are caught. 62 SHERMAN. Hail, glorious chief, the country's pride, For victory follows thee : Thy fame is spreading far and wide, Great chieftain of the free, The bravest army in the world. Is being led by yon. While freedom's banner is nnfutiedy By trie bonnie boys in blue. ' Cho. — O, General Sherman, O, O, General Sherman, O, The boys in blue will fight with yon, O, General Sherman, O. On Shiloh's bloody battle-field He met Old Beauregard : Who found that Sherman would not yield, And he took it very hard. He'd water his horse in the Tennessee, That's what he said he'd do, But Billy Sherman got in the way, With the bonnie boys in blue. And when the rebels of Vicksburg's height*,, Were all corralled by Grant, Joe Johnston thought he'd give us fits, But Sherman said you can't. Joe Johnston found there were some things That he could never do, He has to run when Sherman brings His bonnie boys in blue. On Mission Ridge he met the foe, With Thomas and with Grant, And on that glorious field you know, Our banners they did plant. Old Bragg and all his army fled, What else could Braxton do, When Grant and Sherman nobly led The bonnie boys in blue. Atlanta next was Sherman's aim, Though Dalton blocked the way. 49 But flanking was the kind of game That Sherman knew would pay. Joe Johnston found that to retreat Was all the way to do, For it was dangerous to meet The bonnie boys in blue. From Dalton down to Tennessee, Joe Johnston did retreat, From there he found he must withdraw Or meet a sore defeat. Says Hood I'll try the flanking game, But he did'nt make it pay, While Thomas brought Old Hood to shame, Sherman went his way. 63 COLUMBIA. AIR-"Aidd Lang Syne," Columbia, my native home, If e'er my fate should be In foreign lands to toil or roam, My heart will cling to thee. Columbia ! O how I prize Thee, native laud of mine, Italia' s blue and sunny skies Are not more bright than thine. Columbia, no other land Is half so good, so free : Tho' diadems may them command, Thy laurel wreaths for me. Columbia, where'er I go, My heart will ever be, Thro' joy or grief, thro' weal or woe, My native land with thee. 5Q 64 MARCHING ALONG. The children are gath'ing from near and from far, The trumpet is sounding the call for the war, The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long, We'll gird on our armor, and be marching along. Chorus. Marching along, we are marching along, Gird on the armor and be marching along, The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long, Then gird on the armor and be marching along. The foe is before us in battle array, But let us not waver, not turn from the way, The Lord is our strength, be this ever our song, With courage and faith we are marching along. Thro' conflicts and trials our crowns we must win, For here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin ; But one thing assures us, we cannot go wrong, If trusting our Savior while marching along. 65 A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE. S. M. A charge to keep I have, A God to gloryfy ; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill ; O may it all my pow'rs engage To do my Master's will. Arm me with jealous care, As in Thy sight to live, 51 And O, Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. / Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely : Assur'd If I my trust betray, I shall forever die. 66 ALAS ! AND DID HY SAVIOR BLEED. C. M. Alas ! and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sovereign die ? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? Thy body slain, dear Jesus, Thine, And bathed in its own blood, While all exposed to wrath divine, The glorious sufferer stood. Was it for crimes that I had done, He groaned upon the tree ? Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! And love beyond degree ! Well might the sun in darkness hide. And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creature's sin. 67 AM I A SOLDIER OF THE CROSS. C. M, Am I a soldier of the cross, A foll'wer of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His name? 5* Must I be carried to the skies, On flow'ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd through bloody seas? Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word. 68 ASLEEP IN JESUS ! BLESSED SLEEP. iv. : Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep ! From which none ever wakes to weep ; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour Which manifests the Savior's power. Asleep in Jesus ! O, for me May snch a blissful refuge be ; Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. Asleep in Jesus ! far from Thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 53 69 BEFORE JEHOVAH'S AWFUL THRONE. I* M. Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. His sov'reign pow'r without our aid, Made us of clay and forni'd us men ; And when like wand' ring sheep we stray 'd,, He brought us to His fold again. We are His people, we His care, . Our souls and all our mortal frame ; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name ! We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 70 BLEST BE THE TIE THAT BINDS. S. M. Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ! The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one — Our comforts and our cares. We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear. 54 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain ; But we shall still be join'd in heart, And hope to meet again. COME, HOLY SPIRIT, HEAVENLY DOVE. Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. In vain we tune our form*al songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate ; Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ? c. DISMISS US WITH THY BLESSING, LORD. Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord, Help us to feed upon thy word ; All that has been amiss forgive, And let Thy truth within us live, 55 Though we are guilty, Thou art good ; Wash all our works in Jesus' blood : Give every fettered soul release, And bid us all depart in peace. 73 FROn GREENLAND'S ICY MOUN- TAINS. 8s and 7s, double. From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver. Their land from error's chain. What, though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high ; Shall we, to men benighted, The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O, Salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, 56 Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. GENTLE JESUS, HEEK AND HILD. 7s. Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child ; Pity my simplicity ; Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought ; Gracious God, forbid it not ; In the kingdom of Thy grace Give a little child a place. supply my every want, Feed the young and tender plant ; Day and night my Keepex- be, Every moment watch round me. 75 GUIDE ME, CT THOU GREAT JEHOVAH. 8s, 7s and 4s. Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 57 Lead me all ray journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my strength and shield. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside : Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. 76 HARK, THE GLAD SOUND ! THE SAVIOR COMES. C. M. Hark, the glad sound ! the Savior comes. The Savior promis'd long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And ev'ry voice a song. On Him the Spirit largely pour'd, Exerts its sacred fire : Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, His holy breast inspire. He comes the pris'ners to release, In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before Him burst, The iron fetters yield. He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day. 58 HARK ! WHAT HEAN THOSE HOLY VOICES. 8s and 7s. Hark ! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies, Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices, Heav'nly hallelujahs rise. Listen to the wondrous story, Which they chant ih hymns of joy ; " Glory in the highest, glory ! Glory be to God most high i " Peace on earth, good will from heav'n, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeem'd, and sins forgiven, Loud our golden harps shall sound. 4 ' Christ is born, the great Anointed, Heav'n and earth his praises sing I O receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King ! " Hasten, mortals, to adore Him, Learn His name, and taste His joy, Till in heav'n ye sing before Him, ' ' Glory be to God most high ! " HARK ! THE HERALD ANGELS SING. 7a Hark ! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King ! Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations rise, Join the trinmphs of the skies ; 59 Hail the new-born Prince of Peace ! Hail the Son of Righteousness ! Mild He lays His glories by ; Born that men no more might die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth. Come ! Desire of Nations ! come, Fix in us Thy humble home : Thou, the woman's promised Seed, Bruise in us the serpent's head. 79 HOW SWEET THE NAHE OF JESUS SOUNDS. C. M. How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest. Dear name ! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place ; My never-failing U^asury, fill'd With boundless stores of grace. Jesus ! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King, My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. So 1 LOVE THY KINGDOM, LORD. S. M. I love Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode ; The Church our blest Redeemer sav'd With his own precious blood. I love Thy church, O God ! Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. If e'er to bless Thy sons, My voice or hands deny, These hands let useful skill forsaken. This voice in silence die. If e'er my heart forget Her welfare or her woe, Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake And ev'ry grief o'erflow. 81 I LOVE TO STEAL AWHILE AWAY. C. M. I love to steal awhile away From ev'ry cumb'ring care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful pray'r. I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear, And all His promises to plead, Where none but God can hear. I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore, 6f And all my cares and sorrows cast On Him whom I adore. I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heav'n ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driv'n. JERUSALEH, MY HAPPY HOIIE. C. M. Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? O ! when, thou city of my God, Shall I Thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And sabbaths have no end ? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know : Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you. LORD, DISMISS US WITH THY BLESSING. 8s, 7s, and 4s. Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy an?l peace ; Let us each', Thy love possessing, 62 Triumph in redeeming grace ; O refresh us! Traveling through this wilderness. Thanks we give, and adoration, For Thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May Thy presence With us evermore be found ! So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angels wings to heav'n, Glad to leave our cumb'rous clay. May we ready Rise, and reign in endless day ! 84 MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE. 6s and 4s. My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine : Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly Thine. May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire ; As Thou hast died for me, O may my love to Thee, Pure, warm, and changeless be — A living fire. While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs aromid me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside. When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll ; Blest Savior, then in love, Fear and distrust remove, O bear me safe above — A ransomed soul. C. 85 ON JORDAN'S STORHY BANKS I STAND. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. O, the transporting, rapturous scene, That rises to my sight ! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight ! There generous fruits that never fall, On trees immortal grow ; There rocks and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow. O'er all those wide extended plains Shines one eternal day ; There God, the Son, forever reigns, And scatters night away. 6 4 66 O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING. O for a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise, — The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace. My gracious Master, and my God, Assist me to proclaim, To spread, through all the earth abroad, The honors of Thy Name. Jesus ! the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in a sinner's ears ; 'Tis life, and health, and peace. He breaks the power of reigning sin ; He sets the pris'ner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean ; His blood availed for me. C. M MOTHER DEAR, JERUSALfl. C. M. O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end ? Thy joys when shall I see ? Jerusalem the city is Of God our King alone ; The Lamb of God, its light and bliss, Sits on His glorious throne. O happy harbor of God's saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! 65 In thee no sorrow may be found — No grief, no care, no toil. No dimming clouds o'ershadow thee, No dull or darksome night ; For every soul shines as the sun, And God himself gives light. THERE IS A FOUNTAIN FILL'D WITH BLOOD. c. There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. , The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransom 'd Church of God Be sav'd, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be — till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy pow'r to save ; When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 66 89 SAVIOR, WHEN IN DUST TO THEE. 7s, double Savior, when in dust to Thee, Low we bend the adoring knee ; When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes ; O, by all Thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high. Hear our solemn Litany ! By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness ; By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power ; Turn, O turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn Litany ! By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony of prayer ; By the cross, the nail, - the thorn, Piercing spear, the torturing scorn ; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice ; Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany ! 90 WATCHHAN ! TELL US OF THE NIGHT. 7s, 8 lines. Watchman ! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are ? Trav'ller ! o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star ! 6 7 Watchman ! does its beauteous ray- Aught of hope or joy fortell ? Trav'ller ! yes : it brings the day, — Proniis'd day of Israel. Watchman ! tell us of the night ! Higher }^et that star ascends : Trav'ller ! blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends ! Watchman ! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Trav'ller ! ages are its own, See it bursts o'er all the earth. Watchman ! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn : Trav'ller ! darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman ! let thy wand 'rings cease : Hie thee to thy quiet home : Trav'ller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, ho ! the Son of God is come. 91 WHEN I CAN READ HY TITLE CLEAR. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts behurl'd, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. C. M Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all.| There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. 02 ABIDE WITH ME ! FAST FALLS THE EVENTIDE. ios. Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's jo}-s grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; O Thou who changest not, abide with me ! Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But as Thou dwell'st, with Thy disciples, Lord, familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me. Come not in terrors as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing on Thy wings ; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea ; O Friend of sinners, thus abide with me ! 93 A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD. 8, 7, 5, 6, 7. A Mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon, 09 He helps us free from every need That hath us now o'ertaken. The old bitter foe Means us deadly woe : Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight, On earth is not his equal. With might of ours can naught be done, Soon were our laws effected ; But for us fights the Valiant One Whom God himself elected. Ask ye, Who is this ? Jesus Christ it is, Of Sabaoth Lord, And there's none other God, He holds the field for ever. Though devils all the world should fill, All watching to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill, They cannot overpower us. This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none, He's judged, the deed is done, One little word o'erthrows him. The Word they still shall let remain, And not a thank have for it, He's by our side upon the plain, With his good gifts and Spirit. Take they then our life, Goods, fame, child and wife ; When their worst is done, They yet have nothing won, The Kingdom ours remaineth. ?* C. M 70 HOW PRECIOUS IS THE BOOK DIVINE. How precious is the Book divine, By inspiration given ! Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven. It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. This Lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day. 05 JESUS ! NAME OF WONDROUS LOVE. Jesus ! Name of wondrous love, Name all other names above ! Name at which most every knee Bow in deep humility. Jesus ! Name of priceless worth To the fallen sons of earth, For the promise that it gave — "Jesus shall his people save." Jesus ! Name of mercy mild, Given to the Holy Child, When the cup of human woe . First He tasted here below. Jesus! Only Name that's given , Under all the mighty heaven, 7& 7i Whereby man, to sin enslaved, Bursts his fetters, and is saved. Jesus ! Name of wondrous Love ! Human Name of Him above ! Pleading only this we flee, Helpless, O our God, to Thee. 96 ROCK OF AGES, CLEFT FOR I1E. 7s, 6 lines. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the Water and the Blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the perfect cure, Save me, Lord, and make me pure. Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill Thy Law's demands : Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone : Thou must save and Thou alone ! Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy Cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Savior, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! 7 2 47 SAFELY THROUGH ANOTHER WEEK. 7s, 6 Safely through another week, God has brought us on our way : Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day ; Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. Mercies multiplied each hour Through the week, our praise demand ; Guarded by Thy mighty power, Fed and guided by Thy hand ; Though ungrateful we have been, Only made returns of sin. While we pray for pardoning grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name, Show Thy reconciling face, Take away our sin and shame : From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in Thee. Here we're come, Thy name to praise ; Let us feel Thy presence near : May Thy glory meet our eyes, While we in Thy house appear ; Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. 98 THINE FOR EVER ! GOD OF LOVE. 7s Thine for ever ! God of love, Hear us from Thy throne above ; Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternitv. 73 Thine for ever ! Lord of Life, Shield us through our earthly strife t Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way, Guide us to the realms of day. Thine for ever ! O how blest They who find in Thee their rest ; Savior, Guardian, heavenly, Friend, O defend us to the end. Thine for ever ! Savior, keep These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath Thy care Let us all Thy goodness share. 99 WHEN JESUS DWELT IN MORTAL CLAY. When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were His works from day to day But miracles of power and grace, That spread salvation through our race ? Teach us, O Lord ! to keep in view Thy pattern, and Thy steps persue. Let alms bestowed, let kindness done Be witnessed by each rolling sun. ioo DOXOLOGY. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him, all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 74 Additional Patriotic Songs. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. Oh say, can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming, And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there ; Oh say, does the star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ; Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream ! 'Tis the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! Oh thus be it ever, when freeman shall stand Between their loved home and foul war's desola- tion ; 75 Blest with vict'ry and peace may the heav'n-res- cued land Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation ; Then conquer we must, when our cause is so just, And this be our motto — "in god is our Trust ;" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along— Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. Cho.— "Hurrah ! Hurrah ! wearing the jubilee ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you free !" So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia. How the darkies shouted when they heard the joy- ful sound ! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found ! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joy- ful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years ; 76 Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. "Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast !" So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast, . Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia. So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude — three hundred to the main ; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain. lrea Whi hile we were marching through Georgia. Index of First Lines. NO. A rosy crown we twine for thee All hail the power of Jesus' Name . • A charge to keep I have . Alas ! and did my Savior bleed Am I a soldier of the cross Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide A mighty Fortress is our God Blest be the tie that binds Before Jehovah's awful throne Come, cheerful companions Children go, to and fro . Come, come, come .... Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove Columbia, my native home Down the stream so cheerily Deck the hall with boughs of holly . Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord Flow gently, sweet Afton . Farewell, farewell, is a lonely sound From Greenland's icy mountains God bless our native land Gentle Jesus, meek and mild . Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah . Home, sweet home .... Home, can I forget thee Hop, hop, hop ! nimble as a top Hail ! glorious chief, the country's pride Hark, the glad sound ! the Savior comes Hark ! what mean those holy voices Hark ! the herald angels sing . How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How precious is the book divine I've reached the land of corn and wine if a body finds a lesson .... in flakes of a feathery white I've traveled about a bit in my time in the prison cell I sit . . i love Thy kingdom, Lord i love to steal awhile away Just before the battle, mother Jerusalem, my happy home Jesus! lover of my soul Jesus ! Name of wondrous love Keep working, 'tis wiser than sitting aside Life let us cherish .* Lightly row ! Lightly row Little drops of water .... Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing My country, 'tis of thee Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord .... My faith looks up to Thee Nearer, my God to Thee ... Our Father in heaven, we hallow Thy name 5i 84 Over an ocean of beautiful snow . O come, come away Old Christinas came with ancient fame Oh, Columbia, the i em of the ocean O the little busy bee .... Our youthful hearts for learning burn Oh, the sports of childhood . Onward, onward, ever onward . On Jordan's stormy banks I stand O for a thousand tongues to sing O mother dear, Jerusalem Praise God, from whom all blessings flow Rock of ages, cleft for me Shall we meet beyond the river Sparkling and bright in its liquid light Soft, soft music is stealing , Should auld acquaintance be forgot Sweet hour of prayer . . , Safely through another week Savior, when in dust to Thee . . There is beauty in the skies at evening The golden rule, the golden rule There dwelt a miller hale and bold Twilight is stealing over the sea The morn was fair, the skies were clear Twinkle, twinkle, little star There is a happy land .... Thine forever ! God of love The shades of night were falling fast The strawberries grow in the mowing, Mill May The despot's heel is on thy shore . The A, B, C, is pleasant to me To our school, happy school, we will go . 60 The children are gathering from near and from '- far 64 There is a fountain filled with blood . . 88 When early morning's ruddy light . .24 Wake, wake the morning . ^ - . . 31 When the green leaves come again, my love . 49 Way down upon the Swanee river . . 50 Work, for the night is coming . . . 56 We're the school that's gay and happy . 61 Weep for the fallen 18 Watchman ! tell us of the night ... 90 When I can read my title clear . . . 91 When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay ... 99 Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon . . .33