FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
 THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY 
 
 
MILLENNIAL CHIMES 
 
 A Collection of Poems 
 
 Rev. A. B. Simpson 
 
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 THE CHRISTIAN ALLIANCE PUB. CO 
 
 319 West 42D Street 
 
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Copyright, 1894, 
 
 BY 
 
 A. B. Simpson. 
 
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PREFACE. 
 
 The simple poems found in the following 
 pages are the overflowings of a heart which 
 can truly say, with John Bunyan in his im- 
 mortal Dreamer, " I wrote because joy did 
 make me write." They make no preten- 
 sion to poetic merit. They have been sung 
 in many of our conventions throughout the 
 country, and the words will be recognized 
 by many hearts as the echoes of messages 
 and Divine impressions in days that are 
 passed. 
 
 They have often cheered and refreshed 
 the heart of the writer, and he would pass 
 them on with the simple hope that they may 
 prove a cup of cold water or a breath of 
 inspiration to some of the Master's tired 
 workers or weary watchers for the breaking 
 of the day. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Heavenly Guest, 
 
 9 
 
 For Jesus, 
 
 11 
 
 Look on the Bright Side, 
 
 12 
 
 The Peace of God 
 
 14 
 
 Power from on High 
 
 17 
 
 Keep Sweet .... 
 
 20 
 
 Timnath Serah 
 
 24 
 
 Forward .... 
 
 • 27 
 
 Breathing Out and Breathing In 
 
 30 
 
 Is It for Me ? ... 
 
 • 32 
 
 The Way Everlasting, 
 
 34 
 
 Even as He, .... 
 
 • 37 
 
 Living in His Love 
 
 40 
 
 Fill the Censer, 
 
 . 41 
 
 I Am Entering In, 
 
 4 3 
 
 As a Little Child, 
 
 • 44 
 
 Nothing is Too Hard for Jesus, 
 
 45 
 
 Glory, ..... 
 
 ■ 47 
 
 It Means Just What it Says, 
 
 49 
 
I Have Overcome for Thee, . . 5 2 
 
 God's Best, ..... 53 
 
 God's Thoughts, . . . -55 
 
 The Love of Christ, . . . 57 
 
 Love's Portrait, . . . .60 
 
 Looking Over, .... 61 
 
 Only Wait, . . . . .64 
 
 HYMNS OF INVITATION. 
 
 The Son of Man, ... 69 
 
 Come to Jesus Now, . . . 7 1 
 
 Come Back to God. ... 72 
 Is it Right With God ? ... 73 
 
 Nothing to Do But to Come, . . 75 
 
 HYMNS OF HEADING. 
 
 Balm in Gilead, . . . -79 
 
 Healing in His Wings, ... 81 
 
 CHIMES OF HOPE. 
 
 Some Sweet Morn, . . . 85 
 
 Even So, ..... 8 7 
 Ready, ...*.. 8 9 
 
 Roll On, ..... 9 1 
 
 Meet Me in the Air, . . . -93 
 
 He is Coming for Me, ... 95 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 
 
 Wipe My Tears, 
 
 . 99 
 
 Christ is Conqueror, Hallelujah ! 
 
 I02 
 
 Help Along, 
 
 . I04 
 
 Pass It On, .... 
 
 I06 
 
 A Cry Is Ever Sounding, 
 
 . I08 
 
 Thy Brother's Blood, 
 
 I IO 
 
 Gideon's Band, . 
 
 . 112 
 
 Hold the Ropes, 
 
 114 
 
 Anywhere With Jesus, 
 
 . 117 
 
 Away, .... 
 
 119 
 
 — Japan for Jesus, 
 
 . 121 
 
 Beautiful Japan, 
 
 122 
 
 Wave the Gospel Banner, 
 
 . 125 
 
 India for Jesus, 
 
 127 
 
 The Southern Cross, 
 
 . I30 
 
 The Land of Sinim, 
 
 134 
 
 Only a Little Baby Girl, 
 
 • 136 
 
 Tell the Polynesian, 
 
 139 
 
 The Dark Soudan, 
 
 . 141 
 
 Jerusalem, .... 
 
 143 
 
 Zion's Awaking, 
 
 . I46 
 
 All Around the World, 
 
 152 
 
 V Just Beyond the Golden Gate, 
 
 . 154 
 
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Millennial Chimes. 
 
 Zbe 1bea\>enl\> (Suest. 
 
 MOLY Ghost, Ibid Thee welcome; 
 * A Come, and be my holy Guest. 
 
 Heavenly Dove, within my bosom, 
 Make Thy home and build Thy nest. 
 
 I am lone and sad without Thee, 
 
 Thou hast made my heart for Thee ; 
 
 Leave me not a helpless orphan, 
 Come, O come, and dwell in me. 
 
 As the birdling needs its mother, 
 So I need Thee, Mother Dove ; 
 
IO MII.LENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 As the flower drinks the sunshine, 
 So I live upon Thy love. 
 
 Come and banish all that grieves Thee, 
 Come and cleanse from all my sin, 
 
 Bring me Jesus in His fullness, 
 Make my heart a heaven within. 
 
 Heal my sick and broken body, 
 
 Guide my stumbling steps each hour ; 
 
 Be my Comforter and Teacher, 
 Fill and use me by Thy power. 
 
 Lead me on to all Thy fullness, 
 Bring me to Thy promised rest ; 
 
 Holy Ghost, I bid Thee welcome, 
 Be my holy, heavenly Guest. 
 
CHRIST UFE. II 
 
 Jfor 3esus. 
 
 TJ 0\V can my heart the world refuse, 
 * * Content my earthly all to lose, 
 That I the better part may choose ? 
 I do it all for Jesus. 
 
 How can I meekly suffer wrong, 
 With patience sweet, and courage strong, 
 Repeating still my happy song ? 
 I do it all for Jesus. 
 
 How can I welcome toil and pain, 
 That I another soul may gain? 
 Still singing on my glad refrain, 
 I do it all for Jesus. 
 
 How can I seek and save the lost, 
 The souls forlorn and tempest-tossed, 
 Regarding not the hardest cost ? 
 I do it all for Jesus. 
 
12 MILENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 How can I go to heathen lands, 
 To Greenland's snows or Afric's sands, 
 Obedient to the Lord's commands? 
 I do it all for Jesus. 
 
 Xoofc on tbe Briobt Sifce- 
 
 Y\ /OULD you know a wis and wondrous 
 watchword ? 
 
 Would you learn a great and priceless art? 
 Would you find the sweet and sacred secret 
 
 Of a bright and happy heart ? 
 
 While we walk with Him in holy rightness 
 We must shine as children of the light ; 
 
 While we shout our happy hallelujahs, 
 We must also do the right. 
 
 God, who reared the solid rocks and moun- 
 tains, 
 Clothed with bloom and green their 
 smiling face, 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 13 
 
 All His love would clothe our rigid Tight- 
 ness 
 With His loveliness and grace. 
 
 Would you find the heavenly pathway easy ? 
 
 Would you run with joy the shining way? 
 You must trust with Him your cares and 
 sorrows ; 
 
 You must hearken and obey. 
 
 Would you know an antidote for sickness, 
 Would you find a balm for every pain, 
 
 You must drink the springs of holy glad- 
 ness ; 
 You must keep from every stain. 
 
 Let us ever look upon the bright side, 
 Let us ever stand upon the right ; 
 
 Righteousness will be our heavenly breast- 
 plate, 
 Joy will keep our armor bright. 
 
14 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 £be peace of (Sot), 
 
 '"THERE'S a peace that passeth under- 
 * standing, 
 For the prayerful, trustful, thankful 
 heart ; 
 
 Like a garrison the soul commanding, 
 It will shield from every fiery dart ; 
 
 Would you know to whom this peace is 
 given ? 
 
 Would you find the very joy of heaven ? 
 Be careful for nothing, 
 Be prayerful for everything, 
 Be thankful for anything, 
 
 And the peace of God that passeth under- 
 standing 
 
 Shall keep your mind and heart. 
 
 Are you fearing, fretting or repining ? 
 
 You can never know God's perfect peace. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. J5 
 
 On His bosom all your weight reclining, 
 AH your anxious doubts and cares must 
 cease. 
 
 Would you know the peace that God hath 
 given ? 
 
 Would you find the very joy of heaven ? 
 Be careful for nothing, 
 Be prayerful for everything, 
 Be thankful for anything, 
 
 And the peace of God that passeth under- 
 standing 
 
 Shall keep your mind and heart. 
 
 You may bring Him every care and burden, 
 You may tell Him every need in prayer ; 
 
 You may trust Him for the darkest morrow, 
 He is caring, wherefore need you care ? 
 
 Would you know the peace His grace has 
 given ? 
 
 Would you find the very joy of heaven ? 
 
MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Be careful for nothing, 
 
 Be prayerful for everything, 
 
 Be thankful for anything, 
 
 And the peace of God that passeth under- 
 standing 
 
 Shall keep your mind and heart. 
 
 Faith can never reach its consummation 
 Till the victor's thankful song we raise ; 
 
 In the glorious City of Salvation 
 
 God has told us all the Gates are Praise. 
 
 Would we claim the peace that God has 
 given ? 
 
 Would we know the very joy of heaven ? 
 Be careful for nothing, 
 Be prayerful for everything, 
 Be thankful for anything, 
 
 And the peace ol God that passeth under- 
 standing 
 
 Shall keep your mind and heart. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 17 
 
 Ipower from on Ibicjb. 
 
 GRACIOUS, heavenly Father, 
 Hear Thy people's cry ; 
 See us how we languish, 
 
 Help us ere we die. 
 Send us by Thy Spirit 
 Power from on high. 
 
 Promise of the Father, 
 
 Spirit, ever nigh, 
 Wherefore should we languish, 
 
 Wherefore should we die? 
 Thou hast come to bring us 
 
 Power from on high. 
 
 O how long we struggle, 
 O how hard we try ! 
 
l8 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Helplessly we labor, 
 Hopelessly we sigh ; 
 
 Till Thy Spirit gives us 
 Power from on high. 
 
 As the showers water 
 Deserts parched and dry, 
 
 As the vernal sunshine 
 Brings the summer nigh, 
 
 Quickening Spirit, bring us 
 Power from on high. 
 
 As the winds of heaven 
 
 O'er the ocean fly, 
 As the mighty lightnings 
 
 Flashing through the sky, 
 Send us, mighty Father, 
 
 Power from on high. 
 
CHRIST IJFE. 19 
 
 Send Divine conviction, 
 Bring salvation nigh, 
 
 Crucify and quicken, 
 Save and sanctify. 
 
 Bring us, blessed Spirit, 
 Power from on high. 
 
 Father, at Thy footstool 
 Low Thy children lie. 
 
 See us as we languish, 
 Hear us as we cry. 
 
 Send us by Thy Spirit 
 Power from on high. 
 
MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Ikeep Sweet. 
 
 ^THERE'S a little secret 
 * Worth its weight in gold ; 
 Easy to remember, 
 
 Easy to be told ; 
 Changing into blessing 
 
 Every curse we meet, 
 Turning hell to heaven ; 
 
 This is all — keep sweet. 
 
 Make us kind and gentle, 
 
 Harmless as the dove ; 
 Giving good for evil, 
 
 Meeting hate with love. 
 What though trials press us, 
 
 What though tempests beat ; 
 Naught can move or harm us, 
 
 If we just keep sweet. 
 
CHRIST UPE. 
 
 Storms may rage around us, 
 
 Waves may sweep the deck ; 
 But, with hatches covered, 
 
 Xaught our bark can wreck. 
 Sorrow cannot crush us, 
 
 Satan must retreat, 
 If within our spirit 
 
 All is right and sweet. 
 
 Sweet when things are bitter, 
 
 Sweet when things are sad ; 
 Giving songs for sighing, 
 
 Making others glad. 
 In the quiet household, 
 
 On the bustling street, 
 Everywhere and always, 
 
 Jesus, keep us sweet. 
 
 When our foes assail us, 
 
 When our friends betray ; 
 When our brightest prospects 
 
22 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Wither and decay ; 
 Christ can fill our sadness 
 
 With a joy replete, 
 Turning grief to gladness, 
 
 Making sorrow sweet. 
 
 'Fountain in the desert 
 
 Song amid the night, 
 Beacon in the darkness, 
 
 Star of hope and light ; 
 Sunshine 'mid the tempest, 
 
 Shadow from the heat, 
 So, our blessed Master, 
 
 Make us, keep us, sweet. 
 
 Armor bright and heavenly, 
 Breastplate tried and true ; 
 
 Wall of fire around us, 
 Shield and buckler, too ; 
 
 Helmet of salvation, 
 Panoply complete ; 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 23 
 
 Watchword all-victorous, 
 This is all — keep sweet. 
 
 Like; the buds and blossoms 
 
 Found on Aaron's rod, 
 Like the holy incense 
 
 Offered up to God ; 
 Make us, blessed Master, 
 
 For Thy service meet ; 
 Fragrant, pure, and holy, 
 
 Satisfied and sweet. 
 
 Blessed rose of Sharon 
 
 Breathe upon our hearts, 
 Fill us with Thy fragrance 
 
 Keep us as Thou art. 
 Then Thy life will make us 
 
 Holy and complete ; 
 In Thy grace triumphant, 
 
 In Thy sweetness, sweet. 
 
24 MILI.KXXJAL CHIMHS. 
 
 Gimnatb Scrab, 
 
 r ET me dwell on Timnath Serah, 
 ^ Where the sun forever shines ; 
 Where the night and darkness come not, 
 
 And the day no more declines ; 
 Where our mourning days are ended, 
 
 And our nights of weeping done ; 
 Let me dwell on Timnath Serah, 
 
 Glorious City of the Sun. 
 
 Joshua dwelt on Timnath Serah 
 
 When his mighty task was done. 
 All he asked was Timnath Serah, 
 
 Glorious City of the Sun. 
 So would I, o'er sin victorious, 
 
 All my Land of Promise won, 
 Dwell with Christ on Timnath Serah, 
 
 Glorious City of the Sun. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 25 
 
 Let me dwell on Timnath Serah, 
 
 Where the clouds of sinful care 
 Cannot reach my happy dwelling 
 
 In that pure, celestial air. 
 Doubt and fear and sin behind me, 
 
 Earth beneath me, heaven begun ; 
 O, how sweet is Timnath Serah, 
 
 Blessed City of the Sun ! 
 
 the bracing, heavenly breezes, 
 O the pure, celestial air 
 
 Blowing soft on Timnath Serah — 
 Sickness cannot linger there. 
 
 1 am drawing, every moment, 
 
 Healing from the Holy One ; 
 Breathing in the air of heaven 
 In the City of the Sun. 
 
 O the heights of holy rapture ; 
 
 O the fellowship Divine ; 
 Grapes of Eschol, corn of Canaan, 
 
 Living Bread and Heavenly Wine ; 
 
26 MILLENNIAL CHIMLS. 
 
 O the ceaseless sweet communion 
 Of the Father and the Son ! 
 
 O the joys of Timnath Serah, 
 Glorious City of the Sun ! 
 
 From the heights of Timnath Serah 
 
 O what glorious visions rise ! 
 Over all the Land of Promise 
 
 And the hills of Paradise ! 
 And we watch for His appearing — 
 
 When a few more years are run 
 He will find us waiting for Him 
 
 In the City of the Sun. 
 
 Would you dwell on Timnath Serah ? 
 
 You must die to self and sin ; 
 You must cease from care and doubting, 
 
 You must know the Christ within. 
 You must open all your being 
 
 To receive the Holy One, 
 And you'll w T ake in Timnath Serah, 
 
 Glorious City of the Sun ! 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 2 7 
 
 forward 
 
 CORWARD, forward ; let the host go for- 
 A * ward ! 
 
 Hear the mighty watchword from on 
 high; 
 Raise the banner, lift it higher, higher, 
 
 Bear it forth to glorious victory. 
 All too long we've lingered round our 
 camp-fires, 
 
 Let the blood-stained banner be unfurled; 
 Forward, forward, like a mighty army, 
 
 Bear the Gospel banner o'er the world. 
 
 Forward, forward, leave the past behind 
 thee, 
 
 Reaching forth unto the things before ; 
 All the Land of Promise lies before thee, 
 
 God has greater blessings yet ill store. 
 
28 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 On to broader fields of holy vision, 
 On to loftier heights of faith and love ; 
 
 Onward, upward, wholly apprehending 
 All for which He calls thee from above. 
 
 Forward, forward, rise to nobler service, 
 
 Fold the tent and bear the banner on ; 
 There are new and larger fields to conquer, 
 
 There are grander victories to be won. 
 There are souls with no one else to caie for, 
 
 There are things that no one else can do ; 
 Forward, forward, choose the post of danger, 
 
 Go where Christ has greatest need of you. 
 
 Forward, forward, on to every nation, 
 Give the glorious Gospel to the world ; 
 
 Over all the lands that lie in darkness 
 L,et the blood-stained banner be unfurled. 
 
 On till every tongue and tribe and kindred 
 Hear the glorious Gospel's joyful sound ; 
 
CHRIST LIFF. 29 
 
 Forward, forward, till the name of Jesus 
 Shall re-echo all the world around. 
 
 Forward, forward, He is leading forward, 
 
 L,o ! the Pillar Cloud is moving on ; 
 We are going forth to meet the Bridegroom, 
 
 As He comes to claim His Advent 
 Throne. 
 Soon the little flock will all be gathered, 
 
 Soon the glorious Bride will be complete ; 
 Forward, forward, just a little longer, 
 
 And we'll ground our arms at Jesus' feet! 
 
3<D MILLENNIA!, CHIMES. 
 
 36reatbitiQ ©ut anb Breatbtno 1In, 
 
 JESUS, breathe Thy Spirit on me, 
 ^ Teach me how to breathe Thee in ; 
 Help me pour into Thy bosom 
 All my life of self and sin. 
 
 I am breathing out my own life 
 That I may be filled with Thine, 
 
 Letting go my strength and weakness, 
 Breathing in Thy strength divine. 
 
 Breathing out my sinful nature, 
 
 Thou hast borne it all for me : 
 Breathing in Thy cleansing fullness, 
 
 Finding all my life in Thee. 
 
 I am breathing out my sorrow 
 On Thy kind and gentle breast ; 
 
CHRIST I^IFE. 31 
 
 Breathing in Thy joy and comfort, 
 Breathing in Thy peace and rest. 
 
 I am breathing out my sickness, 
 Thou hast borne its burden too ; 
 
 I am breathing in Thy healing, 
 Ever promised, ever new, 
 
 I am breathing out my longings 
 
 In Thy listening, loving ear ; 
 I am breathing in Thy answers, 
 
 Stilling every doubt and fear. 
 
 I am oreathing every moment, 
 Drawing all my life from Thee ; 
 
 Breath by breath I live upon Thee, 
 Every moment breathe in me. 
 
- 2 MILENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 110 lit Jfor fIDe? 
 
 TS it for me to be pardoned and saved, 
 
 Simply by trusting His word ? 
 Is it for one so defiled and depraved, 
 Jesus to claim as my Lord ? 
 
 Is it for me to be cleansed by His power 
 
 Frcm the pollution of sin ? 
 Is it for me to be kept every hour 
 
 By His abiding within ? 
 
 Is it for me to be perfectly whole 
 Through His anointing divine ? 
 
 Claiming in spirit, and body and soul 
 All of His fullness as mine? 
 
 Is it for me e'en to ask what I will 
 And to receive it from Him ? 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 33 
 
 Can I expect that His fullness will fill 
 Even my cup to the brim ? 
 
 Is it for me to rejoice and be glad, 
 Even when tempests may roar ? 
 
 Never again to be anxious or sad, 
 But to rejoice evermore? 
 
 Is it for me to be used by His grace, 
 Helping His kingdom to bring? 
 
 Is it for me to inherit a place 
 
 E'en on the Throne of my King ? 
 
 Is it for me to be heir to a crown 
 
 Brighter than ruby or sun ? 
 Is it for me on the world to look down, 
 
 And its ambitions to shun ? 
 
 Is it for me to be with Him above, 
 
 And to be even as He ? 
 Wonderful, matchless and Infinite Love ! 
 
 Are there such glories for me ? 
 
34 MIU^NNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Gbe Ma? Everlasting 
 
 QEARCH me, O God ! search me and 
 ^ know my heart, 
 
 Try me and prove me in the hidden part, 
 Cleanse me and make me holy as Thou art, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Thou art the same to-day and yesterday, 
 O ! make Thy life in me the same alway, 
 Take from my heart the things that pass 
 away, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Give me the trust that naught can check or 
 
 chill, 
 l A he love that lives unchanged through 
 
 good and ill, 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 35 
 
 The joy that through all trials triumphs 
 still, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Take my poor heart and only let me love 
 The things and friends that shall abiding 
 
 prove, 
 Bind all my heart-strings to the world 
 
 above, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Help me to lay my treasures up on high, 
 Teach me to seek my fortune in the sky, 
 Keep my best things for the blest by-and- 
 by, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 O ! let my work abide the testing day, 
 That shall consume the stubble and the 
 hay, 
 
2,6 MILLENNIAL CHIMES 
 
 Build me upon the eternal Rock, I pray, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Breathe Thine own breath through all my 
 
 mortal frame, 
 Help me Thy resurrection life to claim, 
 Which, 'mid all changes, still abides the 
 
 same, 
 And lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
 Give me the heavenly foretaste here, I pray, 
 Let faith foredate the Everlasting day, 
 And, walking in its glory all the way, 
 O ! lead me in the way Everlasting. 
 
CHRIST UFE. 37 
 
 j£ven ae 1be, 
 
 /^\H ! what a wonderful place 
 ^-^ Jesus has given to me ! 
 Saved by His glorious grace, 
 I may be even as He. 
 
 When with my Lord I appear, 
 Like Him I know I shall be ; 
 
 But while I walk with Him here, 
 I may be even as He. 
 
 One in His death on the tree, 
 One as He rose from the dead ; 
 
 I from the curse am as free 
 E'en as my glorious Head. 
 
 One on the Throne by His side, 
 One in His Sonship Divine, 
 
38 MII^ENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 One as the Bridegroom and Bride, 
 One as the Branch and the Vine. 
 
 One in His merits I stand, 
 One as I pray in His name ; 
 
 All that His worth can command 
 I can with confidence claim. 
 
 One in His faith and His love, 
 One in His life I may be ; 
 
 Sealed by the Heavenly Dove, 
 I may be holy, as He. 
 
 One in the sorrows He bore, 
 One in His service so true ; 
 
 Even His tears I may share, 
 Even His works I may do. 
 
 Even His peace and His joy 
 Jesus hath given to me ; 
 
 What can distress or annoy ? 
 I am as happy as He. 
 
CHRIST UFE. 39 
 
 One in the rapturous hour 
 
 When He shall come for His own ; 
 Raised by His glorious power, 
 
 I shall sit down on His Throne. 
 
 All that He has shall be mine, 
 
 All that He is I shall be ; 
 Robed in His glory Divine, 
 
 I shall be even as He. 
 
40 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Xiving in Ibis Xove, 
 
 /^H ! the precious words that Jesus left us 
 ^-^ Ere He went above ; 
 "' As My Father loved Me I have loved you; 
 Live in My love." 
 
 Oh ! how great the cost His love has suf- 
 fered, 
 
 All its depths to prove ! 
 Let us never doubt His loving kindness 
 
 Or grieve His love. 
 
 Oh ! the light it sheds on all around us, 
 
 Shining from above ; 
 As we walk with Him in heavenly places, 
 
 In perfect heavenly love. 
 
 Saviour, shed abroad Thy love within us 
 
 By the heavenly Dove ; 
 Help us to abide in Thee each moment, 
 
 And in Thy love. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 41 
 
 Jflll tbe (Tenser. 
 
 \ IKE a golden censer glowing, 
 ^ Filled with burning odors rare, 
 All my heart is upward flowing, 
 In a cloud of ceaseless prayer. 
 
 O'er the heavenly altar bending, 
 
 Jesus interceding stands, 
 And our prayers to heaven ascending 
 
 Reach the Father through His hands, 
 
 Let us bring our least petitions, 
 Like the incense beaten small, 
 
 All our cares, complaints, conditions 
 Jesus loves to bear them all. 
 
 S e nd the coals of heavenly fire 
 From the altar of the skies ; 
 
42 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Fill our hearts with strong desire, 
 Till our prayers like incense rise. 
 
 Sweet as breath of spices burning, 
 Keep our hearts like incense rare„ 
 
 All our being heavenward turning 
 In a cloud of ceaseless prayer. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 43 
 
 II Hm lentering Tin, 
 
 1HAVE come with my guilt to the altar of 
 blood, 
 In the laver of cleansing I'm washed from 
 my sin, 
 And now to the innermost presence of God, 
 To the Holy of Holies, I'm entering in. 
 
 In my blood-sprinkled robes I can stand 
 without dread, 
 Where the lamps of the Lord o'er the 
 Cherubim shine ; 
 I'm feasting my soul on the heavenly bread, 
 I am breathing the odors of incense 
 Divine. 
 
 I have passed thro' the vail to the sacred 
 abode 
 Where His glory the Saviour reveals to 
 His own, 
 And now, in the innermost presence of God, 
 I am dwelling forever, with Jesus alone. 
 
44 MIUvENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 He a Xtttle Cbilfc. 
 
 AlfHEN He came from heaven to earth, 
 Jesus stooped to mortal birth 
 As a little child ; 
 Now He reigns above the sky, 
 But the name He bears on high 
 Is God's holy child. 
 
 As of old, on Christmas morn, 
 Christ in us again is born 
 
 As a little child ; 
 And He bids His followers be 
 Meek and holy, e'en as He, 
 
 Like a little child. 
 
 Give me, Lord, the childlike heart, 
 Make me simple, free from art, 
 As a little child ; 
 
CHRIST I.IFE. 45 
 
 Trustful, loving, glad and free, 
 Sweet and holy let me be 
 Like a little child. 
 
 Jesus, treat me as a child, 
 
 And when swept by tempests wild 
 
 Still Thy troubled child. 
 Hush my doubts and fears to rest, 
 And upon Thy gentle breast 
 
 Fold Thy little child. 
 
 flotbing is Zoo Ibarb for Jesus. 
 
 /^vFT there comes a wondrous message 
 ^-^ When my hopes are growing dim ; 
 I can hear it through the darkness, 
 
 Like some sweet and far-off hymn. 
 Nothing is too hard for Jesus, 
 
 No man can work like Him. 
 
46 MII^ENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 When my frame is worn with sickness, 
 And with tears my eyelids swim, 
 
 I can hear the promise ringing 
 
 Like some sweet and heavenly hymn ; 
 
 Nothing is too hard for Jesus, 
 No man can work like Him. 
 
 When the way is closed in darkness 
 And my foes are fierce and grim, 
 
 Still it sings above the conflict 
 
 Like some glad, victorious hymn ; 
 
 Nothing is too hard for Jesus, 
 No man can work like Him. 
 
 When my heart is crushed with anguish 
 And the waters reach the brim, 
 
 Faith can hear the mighty chorus 
 Like some glorious battle hymn ; 
 
 Nothing is too hard for Jesus, 
 No man can work like Him. 
 
CHRIST LIFF. 47 
 
 ^ (Slorp, 
 
 T HAVE found a heaven below, 
 * I am living in the glory ; 
 
 ! the joy and strength I know 
 
 While I'm living in the glory of the Lord 
 
 Storms of sorrow 'round me fall, 
 But I'm living in the glory ; 
 
 1 can sing above them all, 
 
 I am living in the glory of the Lord. 
 
 Satan cannot touch my heart 
 While I'm living in the glory ; 
 
 This disarms each fiery dart, 
 
 I am living in the glory of the Lord. 
 
 I can triumph over pain 
 
 While I'm living in the glory ; 
 
4 8 MIW,ENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 I can count each loss a gain, 
 
 When I'm living in the glory of the Lord. 
 
 I am poor and little known, 
 
 But I'm living in the glory ; 
 And I'm waiting for a Throne, 
 
 And I'm living in the glory of the Lord, 
 
 Soon my King will come for me 
 
 To be with Him in the glory ; 
 Then my sweeter song shall be 
 
 I'm reigning in the glory of the Lord. 
 
CHRIST UFE. 
 
 1It flfccans 3ii9t Wbat lit Sa^s 
 
 THERE are some who believe the Bibh, 
 And some who believe a part, 
 Some who trust with a reservation, 
 And some with all the heart. 
 f But I know that its every promise 
 Is firm and true always ; 
 It is as tried as the precious silver, 
 And it means just what it says. 
 
 It assures me of salvation 
 
 Thro' Jesus' precious blood, 
 For the souls that will trust His mercy, 
 
 And yield themselves to God. 
 And I claim for myself the promise, 
 
 And just begin to praise ; 
 For it says I am saved by trusting, 
 
 And I'm saved just as it says. 
 
50 MILENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 And it tells me there is cleansing 
 
 From every secret sin, 
 And a great and full salvation 
 
 To keep the heart within. 
 And I take Him in His fullness, 
 
 With all His glorious grace, 
 For He says it is mine by taking, 
 
 And I take just what He says. 
 
 And it tells me He will heal me, 
 
 And hear my feeblest cry ; 
 And that all His royal bounty 
 
 Will all my need supply. 
 And I seem to know no better 
 
 Than trust Him all my ways, 
 For He says I may trust Him fully ; 
 
 And I trust Him just as He says. 
 
 Let me hearken to all His precepts, 
 And instantly obey. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 51 
 
 Let me run to perform His bidding, 
 
 Whatever He may say. 
 Let me cherish His least commandment 
 
 And walk in all His ways ; 
 Let me always obey my Master, 
 
 And do just what He says. 
 
 It is strange we trust each other, 
 
 And only doubt our Lord ; 
 We will take the words of mortalr . 
 
 And yet distrust His Word. 
 But, O ! what a light and glory 
 
 Would shine o'er all our days, 
 If we always would remember, 
 f He means just what He says. 
 
52 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 II Ibave ©vercome Jfor Zbee. 
 
 CAINTING soldiers of the Lord, 
 * Hear the sweet inspiring word, 
 I have vanquished all thy foes, 
 I have suffered all thy woes ; 
 
 Struggling soldiers, trust in me, 
 
 I have overcome for thee. 
 
 Fear not, though thy foes be strong, 
 
 Faint not, though the fight be long ; 
 Trust thy glorious Captain's power, 
 Watch with Him one little hour ; 
 Hear Him calling, l< Follow Me, 
 I have overcome for thee. ' ' 
 
 Soon the conflict shall be done, 
 
 Soon the battle shall be won ; 
 
 Soon shall wave the victor's palm, 
 
 Soon shall sing the eternal Psalm ; 
 
 Then our joyful song shall be, 
 
 I have overcome through Thee. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 53 
 
 (Bofr's 1Best 
 
 r^ OD has His best things for the few 
 ^J Who dare to stand the test ; 
 God has His second choice for those 
 Who will not have His best. 
 
 It is not always open ill 
 
 That risks the Promised Rest ; 
 
 The better, often, is the foe 
 That keeps us from the best. 
 
 There's scarcely one but vaguely wants 
 
 In some way to be blest ; 
 'Tisnot Thy blessing, Lord, I seek, 
 
 I want Thy very best. 
 
 And others make the highest choice, 
 
 But, when by trials pressed, 
 They shrink, they yield, they shun the 
 cross, 
 
 And so they loose the best. 
 
54 MIUvENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 I want, in this short life of mine, 
 
 As much as can be pressed 
 Of service true for God and man ; 
 
 Help me to be my best. 
 
 I want to stand when Christ appears 
 
 In spotless raiment dressed ; 
 Numbered among His hidden ones, 
 
 His holiest and best. 
 
 I want, among the victor throng, 
 To have my name confessed ; 
 
 And hear my Master say at last, 
 Well done ; you did your best. 
 
 Give me, O Lord, Thy highest choice ; 
 
 L,et others take the rest ; 
 Their good things have no charm for me, 
 
 For I have got Thy best. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 55 
 
 (Soft's XCT)ou0bt3. 
 
 "TEACH me Thy thoughts, God ! 
 * Talk with me day by day ; 
 
 And help me through life's mazy path 
 To understand Thy way. 
 
 Teach me Thy thoughts, O God ! 
 
 Think Thou, Thyself, in me, 
 Then shall I only always think 
 
 Thine own thoughts after Thee. 
 
 I know the thoughts of man 
 
 With fading lustre shine ; 
 I know my thoughts are empty dreams 
 
 Without Thy touch divine. 
 
 Teach me Thy thoughts, O God ! 
 What message shall I give 
 
56 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 To this strange age of earnest men 3 
 This age in which I live ? 
 
 Teach me Thy thoughts, God ! 
 
 Show me Thy plan Divine ; 
 Save me from all my plans and works, 
 
 And lead me into Thine. 
 
 Teach me Thy thoughts, God ! 
 
 Thy coming is at hand ; 
 The signals of the glorious day, 
 
 O, let me understand ! 
 
 Teach me Thy thoughts, O God ! 
 
 My spirit longs for Thee ; 
 And best of all Thy thoughts is this, 
 
 Thou thinkest, Lord, of me ! 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 57 
 
 £be Xove of Gbrtet- 
 
 [ DO not think, I only trust and love ; 
 ■ My restless thoughts would oft my love 
 
 betray ; 
 But O, how sweet to still the throbbing 
 brain, 
 And in the heart's deep silent heaven to 
 stay ! 
 
 I want to love like Him, who first loved me; 
 If He had thought, He had not loved at 
 all; 
 But He refused to see my sin and blame, 
 And loved, and loves me still in spite of 
 all. 
 
 O help me, Lord, to love, and not to think! 
 To live within the heart's sweet sanctu- 
 ary. 
 
5& MIIXENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 To draw my life from love's immortal 
 springs, 
 And find e'en here the heaven that is to 
 be. 
 
 Make me as one beheaded, blind and deaf ; 
 With nothing left but one great heart of 
 love. 
 Enough that Thou dost think, and know, 
 and judge. 
 My part to be the gentle, harmless dove. 
 
 I wane my heart to grow from day to day, 
 Till it shall reach the measure of Thine 
 own ; 
 Till I have room to hold Thy heart in mine 
 And all my soul becomes Love's royal 
 throne. 
 
CHRIST UFE. 59 
 
 The love that springs from outward sight 
 and sense 
 Is earth-born ; ebbing like the changing 
 tides ; 
 The Christ love springs spontaneous from 
 above 
 And, like the life of God, unchanged 
 abides. 
 
 The earth love looks for worth before it 
 loves ; 
 The Christ love, like the glorious Sun of 
 heaven, 
 Reflects its glory on the worthless one, 
 And loves the loveliness itself hath given. 
 
 I want the love that cannot help but love ; 
 
 Loving, like God, for very sake of love. 
 A spring so full that it must overflow, 
 
 A fountain flowing from the throne 
 above. 
 
MILLENNIA!, CHIMES. 
 
 Xove's portrait 
 
 [ WANT the love that suffers and is kind, 
 A That envies not, nor vaunts its pride or 
 
 fame, 
 Is not puffed up, does no discourteous act, 
 Is not provoked, nor seeks its own to 
 
 claim. 
 
 I want the love that thinks no evil thought 
 Nor dwells complacent on another's sin, 
 
 But in the truth delights, and evermore 
 Still seeks the erring to the truth to win. 
 
 I want the love that springs from holy faith, 
 And still believes, although it cannot see; 
 
 That even for the hopeless, hopes the best, 
 And loves because of what is yet to be. 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 6l 
 
 I want the love that all things sweetly bears 
 Whate'er my Father's hand may choose 
 to send ; 
 I want the love that patiently endures 
 The wrongs that come from human foe or 
 friend. 
 
 There is but One can live and love like this; 
 The Christ-love from the living Christ 
 must spring ; 
 O ! Jesus ! come and live Thy life in me, 
 And all Thy heaven of love and blessing 
 bring. 
 
 XooFung ©ver* 
 
 /^VNCE, of old, on Hebron's height, 
 ^-^Jesus stood one glorious night 
 In Transfiguration bright, 
 Looking over. 
 
62 MIIJ^ENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 Past the cross where He should die, 
 Past the grave where He should lie, 
 Over to His Throne so high, 
 Looking over. 
 
 Down the mountain He could see 
 Kedron's vale and Calvary's Tree ; 
 But how small they seem to be, 
 
 Looking over. 
 Dwarfed before the vision bright, 
 Lost amid the Eternal light, 
 Bursting on His ravished sight, 
 
 Looking over. 
 
 He could see the lifted stone, 
 
 He could see the Ascension Throne, 
 
 Satan, Sin and Death o'er thrown, 
 
 Looking over. 
 He could see the Gospel roll 
 O'er the world from pole to pole 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 63 
 
 Making ruined sinners whole, 
 Looking over. 
 
 He could see the ransomed throng, 
 He could hear the rapturous song 
 Rolling on through ages long, 
 
 Looking over. 
 He could see His glorious Bride 
 Saved and seated by His side, 
 And His soul was satisfied 
 
 Looking over. 
 
 Let us look from Hebron's height 
 Over all life's little night 
 To the Sunlit hills of Light, 
 
 Looking over. 
 And the joy that's set before 
 Every cross shall lift us o'er, 
 Till we stand on yonder shore, 
 
 Looking over. 
 
64 / MHJ.BNNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 ©nl£ Mait, 
 
 Y^iFT there comes a gentle whisper o'er 
 ^-^ me stealing 
 
 When my trials and my burdens seem too 
 great, 
 Xike the sweet-voiced bells of evening 
 softly pealing, 
 It is saying to my spirit, only wait ! 
 
 When I cannot understand my Father's 
 leading, 
 And it seems to be but hard and cruel 
 Fate, 
 Still I hear the gentle whisper ever plead- 
 ing, 
 God is working, God is faithful, only 
 wait ! 
 
CHRIST LIFE. 65 
 
 When the promise seems to linger long de- 
 laying, 
 And I tremble lest perhaps it come too 
 late, 
 Still I hear that sweet-voiced angel ever 
 saying 
 Though it tarry, it is coming, only wait ! 
 
 When I see the wicked prosper in their 
 sinning, 
 And the righteous pressed by many a 
 cruel strait, 
 I remember this is only the beginning, 
 And I whisper to my spirit, only wait ! 
 
 Oh ! how little soon will seem our hardest 
 sorrow ; 
 And how trifling is our present brief es- 
 state ; 
 
66 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Could we see it in the light of heaven's to- 
 morrow, 
 Oh ! how easy it would be for us to wait ! 
 
 I have chosen my eternal portion yonder ; 
 I am pressing hard to reach yon heavenly 
 gate ; 
 And though oft along the way I weep and 
 w T onder, 
 Still I hear that angel w T hisper, only 
 wait ! 
 
 
JtymQ5 of [puitatioi?. 
 
 ^pfe 
 
Z\k Son of HCan, 
 
 THE Son of Man has come 
 
 To seek and save the lost ; 
 Was there ever such wonderful, wonderf;: 1 
 love ? 
 Was there ever such wonderful cost ? 
 
 The Son of Man has come 
 
 To die for you and me ; 
 He has ransomed thy soul, He has can- 
 celled thy sins, 
 
 He has nailed them to Calvary's tree. 
 
 The Son of Man has come 
 
 To seek and save thee now ; 
 O come to Him, yield to Him, give Him 
 dry heart, 
 And before Him in penitence bow. 
 
 69 
 
70 MIIvLENNIAIv CHIMES. 
 
 The Son of Man has come 
 
 To seek thy helpless heart ; 
 He will teach thee to trust Him, and help 
 thee to come, 
 
 And welcome thee just as thou art. 
 
 The Son of Man is come s 
 
 To save from self and sin ; 
 He is waiting to save to the uttermost 
 bounds, 
 
 And to give thee His Spirit within. 
 
 The Son of Man is come, 
 
 Ere long the cry will ring ; 
 Shall we hasten to meet Him, descending 
 the skies, 
 
 As our S?viour and glorious King ? 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 Come to 3csus IRow* 
 
 T INGERING soul at Mercy's gate, 
 "Why wilt thou forever wait? 
 Hasten ere it be too late ; 
 Come to Jesus now. 
 
 Why, O why, will you delay ? 
 Christ is here to point the way. 
 Vou may come, and come to-day ; 
 Come to Jesus now. 
 
 Lingering soul, delay no more, 
 Haste ere life's brief day is o'er; 
 Haste, ere Mercy shuts the door; 
 Come to Jesus now. 
 
72 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Come Back to <5ofc>. 
 
 r IKE some fond father over a lost one 
 ^ one yearning, 
 
 So God is waiting for the soul's returning ; 
 O sinful soul, so long His mercy spurning, 
 He calls to thee, Comeback, come back to 
 God. 
 
 Come to the Father, who so long hath 
 
 sought thee ; 
 Come to the Saviour, who so dearly bought 
 
 thee ; 
 Come from the sin that hath such ruin 
 
 wrought thee ; 
 Yield to His call, Come back, come back 
 
 to God. 
 
 Far hast thou wandered in thy sinful stray- 
 ing ; 
 
 Long hast thou kept His patient love delay- 
 ing ; 
 
INVITATION. 
 
 But still that love is waiting, knocking, 
 praying, 
 O, sinful soul, come back, come back to 
 God. 
 
 Come back to God, thy day of grace is 
 
 dying ; 
 Come back to-day, thy hours are swiftly 
 
 flying ; 
 O heed the angel hands that haste thee, 
 
 crying, 
 Come back to-night ; come back, come 
 
 back to God. 
 
 Us flt IRujbt Witb <Sot> ? 
 
 '"THERE'S a question God is asking 
 * Every conscience in His sight ; 
 Let it reach thine inmost being, 
 Is it right with God, all right ? 
 
% MIIJvENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 Is there anything unholy 
 Thou art hiding from the light ? 
 
 Is there any sinful secret ? 
 Is it right with God, all right ? 
 
 Should the summons come to meet Him 
 Ere shall end this very night, 
 
 Would He find thy house in order ? 
 Is it right with God, all right ? 
 
 Are you waiting for His coming 
 With your lamps all trimmed and 
 bright ? 
 
 Are your garments pure and spotless ? 
 Is it right with God, all right ? 
 
 He who asks the searching question 
 Waits to cleanse thee with His blood ; 
 
 Let Him search thee, let * Him cleanse 
 thee, 
 Make thee right, all right with God. 
 
INVITATION. 75 
 
 Hotbina to Do 3But to Come. 
 
 /^H ! how easy it is to be saved, 
 ^-^ If to Jesus you only will come ; 
 He is waiting to welcome you just as you 
 are, 
 And there's nothing to do but to come. 
 
 He hath said He'll M in no wise cast out' ; 
 
 The soul that to Jesus will come ; 
 Then come at His word, and His promise 
 believe, 
 
 For there's nothing to do but to come. 
 
 His forgiveness will cover the past, 
 
 If only to Jesus you'll come ; 
 And His love and His grace for your future 
 provide, 
 
 Till at length to His glory you come. 
 
r ;o MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Do net struggle for feeling or faith, 
 There is nothing to do but to come ; 
 
 He is waiting to fill you with all you re- 
 quire, 
 From the moment to Jesus you come. 
 
 It is not the coming that saves, 
 
 But the Christ at whose bidding we come ; 
 Then come unto Him, He is waiting for 
 
 thee, 
 And there's nothing to do but to come. 
 
 Oh ! how easy it is to be saved ! 
 
 There is nothing to do but to come ; 
 But how fearful if you, after all, should be 
 lost ! 
 
 When there's nothing to do but to come ! 
 
Jtypws of Jieali^. 
 
Balm in (Stleafc, 
 
 A SI sadly look around me 
 ** O'er a world of grief and woe, 
 O the hearts that break w 7 ith anguish, 
 
 O the bitter tears that flow ; 
 And I sometimes almost wonder 
 
 Is there none to help or care ? 
 Is there, then, no balm in Gilead ? 
 
 Is there no Physician there ? 
 
 There is healing in the Promise, 
 
 There is healing in the Blood, 
 There is strength for all our weakness 
 
 In the Risen Son of God ; 
 And the feeblest of His children 
 
 All His glorious life may share ; 
 He has better balm than Gilead, 
 
 He's the Great Physician there. 
 
 79 
 
8o MIIXENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 O how sad that lives should languish, 
 
 O how sad that hearts should bleed ; 
 Christ has brought a full salvation ; 
 
 There is help for all our need. 
 'Tis because they will not trust Him ; 
 
 Hearts are asking everywhere 
 Is there, then, no balm in Gilead? 
 
 Is there no Physician there ? 
 
 Would you prove the Great Physician , 
 
 You must do what He commands ; 
 Carefully obey His orders, 
 
 Lie submissive in His hands. 
 You must trust without a question, 
 
 Cast upon Him every care ; 
 And you'll find there's balm in Gilead, 
 
 There's a Great Physician there. 
 
HEALING- 8l 
 
 Ibealino in Ibis Minos. 
 
 "TO those that fear Jehovah's name, 
 
 How sweet the word the prophet 
 brings ! 
 " The Sun of Righteousness shall rise, 
 With healing in His wings." 
 
 It is to those who fear His name, 
 
 His healing power the Saviour brings ; 
 
 O ! let us hide, with contrite hearts, 
 Beneath His healing wings. 
 
 He is the Sun of Righteousness, 
 And while to sin our spirit clings 
 
 We cannot know His healing touch, 
 Or rest beneath His wings. 
 
82 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 It is His wings that heal our pains, 
 
 And soothe the serpent's poisoned stings; 
 
 Close to His bosom we must press, 
 To feel His healing wings. 
 
 Beneath those healing wings I rest, 
 While all my heart with rapture sings, 
 
 The Sun of Righteousness has ris'n, 
 With healing in His wings ! 
 
<?f?imes of \\op<{. 
 
Some Sweet fIDorn- 
 
 COME sweet morn the day shall break, 
 ^ Never more to sink in night. 
 Some sweet morn we shall awake 
 'Mid the everlasting light. 
 
 Some sw r eet day the end shall come, 
 To our parting and our pain ; 
 
 Some sweet day we'll all go home, 
 Nevermore to part again. 
 
 Some sweet morn our mortal frame 
 Shall His glorious image bear ; 
 
 Some sweet hour our worthless name 
 All His majesty shall share. 
 
 85 
 
86 MILLENNIAL CHIMES 
 
 Some sweet time we'll weep no more 
 O'er these scenes of sin and woe, 
 
 Christ shall reign from shore to shore, 
 Heaven come down to dwell below. 
 
 Some sweet day our tongue shall tell, 
 All the story of His love ; 
 
 Some sweet day our song shall swell, 
 Loud and sweet as songs above. 
 
 Some sweet morn we'll see His face, 
 And we shall be satisfied ; 
 
 Some sweet day in His embrace 
 We shall evermore abide. 
 
THE I.oRH'S COMING. 87 
 
 Even So, 
 
 THERE'S a sweet and sacred prayer 
 
 On the last prophetic page, 
 Breathed by John on Patmos' Isle, 
 
 Left for us from age to age ; 
 Echo of the Master's Voice, 
 
 Lo I come, I quickly come ; 
 And the Bride repeats the cry, 
 11 Even so, Lord Jesus, come." 
 
 1 ' Even so ; " we seldom dream 
 
 What these mighty words imply ; 
 How they tell of lives conformed 
 
 To a Hope so great and high ; 
 Tell of hearts transformed and free, 
 
 Ready at His call to go ; 
 All our life one living page — 
 
 u Come, Lord Jesus, even so." 
 
88 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Let us live our blessed Hope, 
 
 Let us prove our Advent prayer ; 
 Let us watch and work and pray 
 
 For His coming to prepare ; 
 Let us send the Gospel forth 
 
 Till the world His Name shall know 
 And the Bride complete shall cry, 
 
 " Come, Lord Jesus, Even so." 
 
 11 Even so ; " the Blessed Hope 
 
 Lifts our souls to things on high ; 
 Let our hearts be centred there, 
 
 Hold our treasures in the sky ; 
 Let us walk as strangers here 
 
 And inscribe on all below 
 Naught of earth we call our own, 
 
 Christ is coming, " Even so." 
 
THE LORD'S COMIXC 89 
 
 IRcafcp. 
 
 "THERE are voices in the air, filling men 
 with hope and fear ; 
 There are signals everywhere that the end 
 
 is drawing near, 
 There are warnings to prepare, for the King 
 will soon be here ; 
 O it must be the Coming of the Lord ! 
 
 Troublous times are gathering round, days 
 
 of lawlessness and crime, 
 Might}' earthquakes shake the ground, war 
 
 clouds rise in every clime, 
 While there comes a solemn sound, "We are 
 
 near the end of time ; ' ' 
 O it must be the coming of the Lord ! 
 
 And we see the Heavenly Bride putting on 
 
 her garments fair, 
 He is calling her aside, He is bidding her 
 
 prepare, 
 
90 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 And, with garments white and tried, rise to 
 meet Him in the air ; 
 it must be the coming of the Lord ! 
 
 Israel's sons, oppressed so long, God begins 
 
 at length to bring, 
 After centuries of wrong, they are gathering 
 
 to their King, 
 And their glad millennial song soon on 
 
 Zion's heights will ring ; 
 O it must be the coming of the Lord ! 
 
 See the Gospel quickly fly over every Chris- 
 tian land, 
 
 See the heavenly heralds vie at the Master's 
 last command ; 
 
 Hark ! ten thousand voices cry, Lo ! the 
 hour is just at hand ; 
 O it must be the coming of the Lord ! 
 
THE LORD'S COMING. 9 1 
 
 IRcll On. 
 
 FHE years are rolling swiftly on, 
 The century will soon be gone ; 
 Roll on, ye flying years, and bring 
 The coming of our glorious King. 
 
 The busy world is rolling on, 
 
 Proud Mammon rules a royal throne 
 Presumptious man his God defies, 
 
 And builds his Babel to the skies. 
 
 The tides of sin are rolling on, 
 
 And darker deeds and crimes are done 
 The purging fires must soon begin, 
 
 And judgment end the curse of sin. 
 
92 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 The cause of God is rolling on, 
 
 The fight of faith will soon be won ; 
 
 The Gospel speeds to every land, 
 The Master's coming is at hand. 
 
 Roll on, ye wheels of time, roll on ! 
 
 And haste the glad millennial dawn ; 
 Roll on, ye flying years, and bring 
 
 The coming of our glorious King ! 
 
THE LORD'S COMING. 93 
 
 fIDect HDe in tbe Hit\ 
 
 \ A/ILL you meet me in the air, 
 
 When the Lord from heaven shall 
 come? 
 
 Will you greet me over there, 
 
 When the ransomed gather home ? 
 
 Will you meet me in the air 
 When the work of life is done ? 
 
 Will you meet me over there, 
 When the fight of faith is won ? 
 
 Will you meet me in the air 
 
 When the reaping day shall come? 
 
 Will you greet me over there, 
 In the joyful Harvest Home? 
 
94 MIIXENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 Will you meet me in the air, 
 
 From some distant heathen land ? 
 
 Shall we meet you over there 
 In some Missionary Band ? 
 
 Will you meet me in the air 
 With a robe of spotless white ? 
 
 Will you greet me over there 
 With a crown of glory bright ? 
 
 Will you meet me in the air 
 
 With a train of ransomed ones ? 
 
 Will you greet me over there 
 Brighter than ten thousand suns ? 
 
THE LORD'S COMING. 95 
 
 Ibe is Coming for flDc. 
 
 V\/OULD you know why I'm longing for 
 ^ * the coming of the Lord, 
 
 And watching His glory to see ? 
 'Tis because H's my Bridegroom, belov'd 
 and adored, 
 And I know He is coming for me. 
 
 Would you know why He's robed in His 
 garments pure and white, 
 And bidden me ready to be, 
 With the oil in my vessels, my lamps 
 trimmed and bright ? 
 'Tis because He is coming for me. 
 
 Would you know why no longer I can call 
 the world my home, 
 And my heart from its fetters is free ? 
 
96 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 "Tis because I am waiting for my Bride- 
 groom to come, 
 And I know He is coming for me. 
 
 Would you know why I'm sending out the 
 tidings unto all, 
 And warning from judgment to flee ? 
 He has sent me His guests to the wedding to 
 call, 
 For He's coming, and coming for me. 
 
poe/r\8 of Srauel. 
 
Mipe m\> (tears. 
 
 4 4 \l/ON'T you wipe my tears ? M said a 
 dying child, 
 As she lay on her bed of pain, 
 For the scalding tears o'er her bleeding 
 face 
 Ran down like the drops of rain. 
 
 She had always known w T hat it was to weep, 
 Since her childhood's earliest years, 
 
 Till her lips had got used to the pitiful 
 prayer, 
 "Won't you wipe my scalding tears? " 
 
 "Won't you wipe my tears?" was her 
 constant cry, 
 As they poured o'er her blistered face, 
 
 99 
 
IOO MIIXENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 And the more she struggled to keep them 
 back, 
 The more they would flow apace. 
 And her little life was a living death, 
 With its weight of griefs and fears, 
 Till it breathed itself out with the pitiful 
 cry, 
 ( ' Won't you wipe, won't you wipe my 
 tears?" 
 
 si Won't you wipe my tears ? " 'tis the bitter 
 cry, 
 
 That is echoing o'er and o'er, 
 From the sin and shame of our city slums, 
 
 And every heathen shore. 
 Shall it call in vain to our selfish hearts, 
 
 Shall we shut our careless ears, 
 To the pitiful wail of a sorrowing world, 
 
 As it cries, ' ' Won't you wipe my tears? ' ' 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. IOI 
 
 There is only One who can wipe the tears, 
 
 Only One who can help and save; 
 Shall we dare to hoard up the bread of life, 
 
 While they sink to a hopeless grave? 
 Let us haste to give them the blessed hope 
 
 That has healed our griefs and fears, 
 Till this sorrowing world shall be brought 
 to Him 
 
 Who has wiped away our tears. 
 
102 MII.LKNNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Cbrist is Conqueror, tmllelujah! 
 
 SUGGESTED BY A MOTTO IN DR. STEVENSON'S 
 OFFICE, C. I. M., SHANGHAI. 
 
 \ A/E are soldiers of the Heavenly Legion, 
 We are marching through a hostile 
 region, 
 All the hosts of hell our way withstanding, 
 Christ Himself His mighty host com- 
 manding, 
 Hear your Captain's glorious watchword to 
 you, 
 Christ is Conqueror, Conqueror, Halle- 
 lujah! 
 
 Hostile legions throng the Heavenly places, 
 Fear them not, but set like flint your 
 faces; 
 All the hosts of hell need not alarm you, 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. IO3 
 
 All their fiery darts can never harm you, 
 Only hear your Captain calling to you, 
 Christ is Conqueror, Conqueror, Halle- 
 lujah! 
 
 Trust not in the arm of flesh, 'twill fail you, 
 
 God's own armor only will avail you, 
 He who from the fight returned victorious, 
 Leads you forth to triumph just as glori- 
 ous. 
 Hear Him, Heavenly soldier, calling to you, 
 Christ is Conqueror, Conqueror, Halle- 
 lujah ! 
 
 Forward, soldiers of the Heavenly Legion, 
 
 Win for Jesus every hostile region, 
 Stay not till the banner of Salvation 
 
 Floats in triumph over every nation. 
 And o'er all the world victorious through 
 you, 
 Christ is Conqueror, Conqueror, Halle- 
 lujah! 
 
io 4 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Ibelp HlOllQ. 
 
 T , 
 
 ^HERE is something all can do, 
 
 Though you ' re neither wise nor strong ; 
 You can be a helper true, 
 You can stand when friends are few ; 
 Some lone heart has need of you, 
 
 You can help along. 
 
 Few are called to bear command 
 
 In the busy, battling throng, 
 But, amid some little band, 
 By your leader you can stand, 
 Heart to heart, and hand to hand, 
 
 You can help along. 
 
 There are streams that reach the sea, 
 
 Mighty rivers, swift and strong ; 
 There are some that seem to be 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 105 
 
 Feeders only, flowing free, 
 Simply used, like you and me, 
 Just to help along. 
 
 You can help by holy prayer, 
 
 Helpful love and joyful song ; 
 O ! the burdens you may bear ; 
 O ! the sorrows you may share ! 
 O ! the crowns you yet may wear, 
 
 If you help along. 
 
io 6 MILLENNIAL CHIMES 
 
 H 
 
 pass 1lt ©ru 
 
 AVE you found some precious treasure? 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 Have you found some holy pleasure ? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 God Himself is always giving, 
 L,oving is the truest living, 
 Letting go is twice possessing, 
 Would you double every blessing ? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on. 
 Have you found the branch of healing ? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 Have you felt the Spirit's sealing? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 'Twas for this His mercy found you ; 
 Hearts are hungry all around you ; 
 Others' sorrows need redressing, 
 Do not longer hoard your blessing, 
 Pass it on, pass it on. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAYKI.. IO7 
 
 Is your heart to something clinging ? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on, 
 And to Jesus gladly bringing, 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 He who saves his life shall lose it ; 
 Would you gain the world ? refuse it ; 
 Would you keep your joy forever ? 
 Know a love that naught can sever ? 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on. 
 
 Pass it on to every nation, 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 Give the world this great salvation, 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on ; 
 Myriads still in sin are lying, 
 Every breath a soul is dying ; 
 Tell the world salvation's story, 
 Haste to bring the coming glory, 
 
 Pass it on, pass it on. 
 
I08 MILLENNIA I, CHIMES. 
 
 H Cr^ 1Fs Ever SounMno* 
 
 A CRY is ever sounding 
 '** Upon my burdened ear, 
 A cry of pain and anguish 
 
 A cry of woe and fear. 
 It is the voice of myriads 
 
 Who grope in heathen night, 
 It is the call of Jesus, 
 
 To rise and send them light. 
 
 With every pulse's beating, 
 
 Another soul is gone 
 With all its guilt and sorrow, 
 
 To stand before the Throne 
 And learn, with awful wonder, 
 
 The story of that grace 
 Which God to us entrusted, 
 
 For all our fallen race. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL IO9 
 
 Oh ! how the Master's bosom 
 
 Must swell with love and pain, 
 As evermore they meet Him, 
 
 That sad and ceaseless train ! 
 And if He holds us guilty 
 
 For all our brothers' blood, 
 What answer can we offer 
 
 Before the Throne of God ? 
 
 Oh ! patient Lord and Master ! 
 
 Forgive Thy children's crime ; 
 Help us to send Thy Gospel 
 
 To every race and clime ; 
 To trust Thy love and power. 
 
 Thy promised presence claim, 
 Xor rest till every creature 
 
 Has heard Messiah's name. 
 
110 MIIXKNNIAI. CHIMBS. 
 
 £b£ Brother's Bloofc, 
 
 \17HERE is thy brother? Hear the 
 * * solemn question ; 
 
 The Lord is asking it of me and thee ; 
 Where is thy brother? Hark ! His blood 
 is crying, 
 Is crying from a lost eternity. 
 
 Where is thy brother ? He who walked 
 beside thee, 
 What hast thou done to lead him to thy 
 God? 
 Why hast thou never warned him, sought 
 him, saved him ? 
 And God will hold thee guilty of his 
 blood. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. Ill 
 
 Where is thy brother? Out in heathen 
 darkness, 
 Where myriads die in helpless guilt and 
 gloom ; 
 What wilt thou answer when these mur- 
 dered millions 
 Shall charge the Church of Jesus with 
 their doom ? 
 He gave the Gospel to thee for thy brother, 
 And bade thee tell it out in every land ; 
 How couldst thou rob thy brother of salva- 
 tion ? 
 His blood will God require at thy hand. 
 
 What right have we to hoard this precious 
 treasure, 
 And leave a thousand million souls to 
 die? 
 What shalt thou answer, brother, when 
 against thee 
 The blood of murdered souls to Heaven 
 shall cry ? 
 
112 MILLENNIA!, CHIMES. 
 
 (Simeon's Banfc, 
 
 VK7HEN of old, at Gideon's summons, 
 
 Israel's thirty thousand came, 
 God refused that mighty army, 
 
 Lest the glory man might claim. 
 And the myriad hosts of Midian 
 
 Back were driven from the land, 
 Not by Israel's thirty thousand, 
 
 But by Gideon's little band. 
 
 Once again, the hosts of Jesus 
 
 Gather 'round His standard true ; 
 Once again, the Lord is choosing 
 
 Not the many, but the few. 
 And the Gospel of the Kingdom 
 
 Shall be preached in every land, 
 Not by all the church's millions, 
 
 But by Gideon's little band. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL 113 
 
 Who are they, the brave and valiant, 
 
 Knowing neither doubt nor fear ? 
 Who are they ? the wise and wary, 
 
 Watching when the foe is near ? 
 God is calling out His tried ones, 
 
 In the testing day to stand ; 
 Who will join the glorious legion ? 
 
 Who'll belong to Gideon's band? 
 
 Lo ! the weapons of our warfare]! 
 
 Torches fired with holy flame ; 
 Trumpets telling of salvation 
 
 Through the Saviour's glorious name'; 
 Broken pitchers, hearts surrendered, 
 
 Ranks united, hand in hand. 
 These shall win the world for Jesus 
 
 Through the might of Gideon's band. 
 
 God is calling for our weakness, 
 He will g:ive the strength divine"; 
 
114 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Jesus ! take my broken pitcher, 
 
 Let my torch more brightly shine ; 
 
 Help me sound the Gospel trumpet 
 Till it rings through every land ; 
 
 Help me win the world for Jesus ; 
 Make me one of Gideon's band. 
 
 Iboto tbc IRopes, 
 
 P\0\VN amid the depths of heathen dark- 
 *-^ ness 
 
 There are heroes true and brave, 
 Shrinking not from pain, and toil and dan- 
 ger, 
 
 They have gone to help and save. 
 But we hear them calling, " Do not leave us 
 
 'Mid these dreadful depths to drown ; 
 Let us ever feel 3 our arms beneath us, 
 
 Hold the ropes, as we go down." 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 1 15 
 
 So beneath the billows of the ocean 
 
 Divers plunge for treasures rare, 
 But through human hands and help above 
 them , 
 
 Still they breathe the upper air. 
 Seeking precious pearls of richer value, 
 
 Braver hearts have dared to go ; 
 But our faithful hands must every moment 
 
 Hold the ropes that reach below. 
 
 Who can understand the awful darkness 
 
 Of these realms of Sin and Death ? 
 Fveii the very air is scorched and poisoned 
 
 With the Dragon's fetid breath 
 But across the wildest ocean billows 
 
 Love can reach to heathen lands ; 
 And beneath the deepest, darkest surges 
 
 Prayer can hold a brother's hands. 
 
 Let us hold the ropes with hands more loyal, 
 Let us pray with faith more strong ; 
 
Il6 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Let the love that never fails or falters 
 Faint not, though the strife be long. 
 
 Let us lay our treasures on the altar, 
 Let us give our children, too ; 
 
 There's a part for each in this great battle, 
 And the Lord hath need of you. 
 
 Think you, was it only for our brothers 
 
 Jesus spake His last commands ? 
 Is there nothing left for you to suffer 
 
 In these dark and heathen lands? 
 If you cannot go yourself to save them, 
 
 There are those that you can send ; 
 And with loving arms stretched out to help 
 tnem, 
 
 Hold the ropes, as they descend. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. I 17 
 
 Hnvnvbcrc witb 3csus. 
 
 A NYWHERE my Master needs me, 
 ** Let me never answer no ; 
 Everywhere my Saviour leads me, 
 Let me ever gladly go. 
 
 If He needs me in the kitchen, 
 
 Let me never answer no ; 
 If He bids me toil and suffer, 
 
 Let me always gladly go. 
 
 If He needs me in the furnace, 
 
 Let me never answer no ; 
 With Him to the Cross, the Garden, 
 
 Let me also gladly go. 
 
 If He calls to hardest service, 
 Let me never answer no ; 
 
Il8 MILLENNIAL CHIMl'.S. 
 
 If He needs me, if he leads me, 
 'Tis enough, I'll gladly go. 
 
 If to heathen lands he calls me, 
 Let me never anwser no ; 
 
 Telling out the great salvation, 
 In His name I'll gladly go. 
 
 If He needs my gold and silver, 
 Let me never answer no. 
 
 All I am and have, I offer, 
 Gladly helping others go. 
 
 If He needs my fondest treasure, 
 Let me never answer no ; 
 
 Even to Moriah's altar 
 
 With my Saviour I would go. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 1 19 
 
 If He only needs my silence, 
 
 Let me never answer no ; 
 I am waiting for His orders, 
 
 Pleased alike to stay or go. 
 
 THE MISSIONARY'S FAREWELL. 
 
 A WAY across the ocean, 
 ^* Away beyond the sea, 
 The cry of dying millions 
 
 Is calling still to me. 
 It rings through all rny being, 
 
 I can no longer stay ; 
 It is the voice of Jesus, 
 
 And I must haste away. 
 
 Away where China's millions 
 
 In depths of darkness lie, 
 Away where India's myriads 
 
 In Christless anguish die. 
 
MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Away where Congo's waters 
 'Mid heathen nations roll, 
 
 The cry of dying millions 
 Is piercing all my soul. 
 
 In vain the world would tempt me 
 
 To seek my fortune here ; 
 In vain my heart would hold me 
 
 By ties more fond and dear ; 
 My Master calls me onward, 
 
 My heart is all aglow ; 
 My home is with the heathen, 
 
 And oh ! I long to go. 
 
 I do not want your pity, 
 
 I only feel for you ; 
 For angels well might envy 
 
 The work that I may do. 
 Farewell ! my friends, my kindred, 
 
 Think of me when you pray ; 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAYKI.. 121 
 
 I hear my Master calling, 
 
 And I must haste away. 
 Some day across the ocean, 
 
 Some day beyond the skies, 
 There'll be no farewell meetings, 
 
 There'll be no broken ties ; 
 
 ! shall your crown be studded 
 With ransomed souls that day ? 
 
 1 go to win my jewels, 
 
 Farewell ! I haste away. 
 
 3apan for 3esus. 
 
 JAPAN, Japan for Jesus ! 
 ^ It is the Master's call. 
 Let us repeat the battle cry 
 Till all her idols fall. 
 
 Japan, Japan for Jesus ! 
 
 Be this our watchword bold, 
 
122 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Till over all her bills and plains 
 The Gospel shall been told. 
 
 Japan, Japan for Jesus ! 
 
 Repeat it o'er and o'er, 
 Till it shall echo back to heaven 
 
 From every island shore. 
 
 Japan, Japan for Jesus ! 
 
 Resound it loud and long, 
 Till heaven and earth their voices join 
 
 In one Millennial song. 
 
 Beautiful Japan, 
 
 /^vFF the coast of Asia, 'mid the mighty 
 ^-^ ocean, 
 
 Lies an island empire, strangely fair and 
 bright ; 
 
TRAVEL 
 
 Ere the morning sunbeams touch the Asian 
 headlands 
 All her isles are glowing in the dawning 
 light. 
 Kingdom of the Sunrise, well her children 
 call her, 
 For 'mid Asian nations she is in the van, 
 First to catch the radiance of a brighter sun- 
 rise, 
 Islands of the Morning, beautiful Japan. 
 
 Like a youthful giant, she is leaping on- 
 ward, 
 Gathering up the spoils of every age and 
 clime, 
 
 She has caught the vision of a grander 
 future. 
 She would fain outspeed the very march of 
 time ; 
 
 But her boasted progress and her brightest 
 culture 
 
124 MIIXENNIAI, CHIMES. 
 
 Only can exalt the pride and power of 
 man, 
 What she needs is Jesus and His glorious 
 Gospel ; 
 Only Christ can save thee, beautiful Japan. 
 
 At the gates of Asia, foremost of her na- 
 tions, 
 God has set this people, in His wondrous 
 plan. 
 China's teeming myriads and Corea's mil- 
 lions 
 Wait for her to lead them to the Son of 
 Man. 
 Rise to meet thy mission, haste to claim 
 thy calling 
 'Mid Millennial nations, leading on the 
 van, 
 First to catch the sunrise of the Coming 
 Kingdom, 
 Islands of the Morning, beautiful Japan. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 1 25 
 
 Land of wondrous beauty, what a charm 
 there lingers 
 Over every landscape, every flower and 
 tree ; 
 But a brighter glory waits to burst upon thee 
 Than thy cloud-capped mountains or thy 
 inland sea. 
 
 'Tis the Father's glory in the face of Jesus, 
 'Tis the blessed Gospel of redeeming love. 
 
 Wake to meet the dawning of the heavenly 
 sunrise, 
 Rise to hail the glory shining from above. 
 
 Wave tbe (Sospel Banner. 
 
 SUNG AT THE FAREWELL MEETING OF THE 
 
 INDIA PARTY, JULY 25TH, 1 892, 
 
 ASBURY PARK, N. J. 
 
 \1/AVE the Gospel banner over India's 
 plains, 
 
126 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Thrice a hundred millions lie in captive 
 
 chains ; 
 Thrice ten thousand daily die in Christless 
 
 woe ; 
 Is there none to pity, is there none to go ? 
 
 Land of wondrous glory, land of wealth 
 
 untold, 
 Land of mighty races, land of story old, 
 Glorious Lord and Master, on Thy brow 
 
 Divine, 
 Brightest of Thy jewels India yet shall 
 
 shine. 
 
 Who can tell thy sorrow, who can paint 
 
 thy shame ? 
 Rites of nameless horror in religion's name ; 
 Woman's deep dishonor, childhood's awful 
 
 blight, 
 Souls immortal sinking into endless night. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVKL. 127 
 
 Land of many a martyr, many a holy grave, 
 Let the blood-stained banner wide o'er India 
 
 wave ; 
 What if it be crimsoned by the heart's rich 
 
 blood ? 
 Is thy life too precious for the Son of God ? 
 
 Weak are all our efforts, vain our tears and 
 
 blood, 
 India, naught can save thee, nothing less 
 
 than God. 
 O, Thou great Jehovah, speak the word 
 
 divine, 
 Then, with all her myriads, India shall be 
 
 Thine. 
 
 Ihifcia for 3esu6, 
 
 TXDIA for Jesus and Jesus for India, 
 This is the message we bear ; 
 
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 India for Jesus and Jesus for India, 
 This is our watchword and prayer. 
 
 Over the Ghauts and the hills of Sappura, 
 Over the plains of Berar, 
 
 Over the beautiful valley of Krishna, 
 Echo the chorus afar. 
 
 Over Madras and the Nizam's dominions, 
 
 Over the groves of Ceylon, 
 Over the Deacon, the Punjaub and Bur- 
 mah, 
 
 Echo it on and still on. 
 On till the murmuring Ganges shall bear it 
 
 Down to the Bay of Bengal ; 
 On till the heights of Himallya repeat it 
 
 Over the hills of Nepaul. 
 
 Sing till the voices of Hindu and Moslem 
 
 Blend in the glorious strain ; 
 Sing till the notes of the Brahmin and 
 Sweeper 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 1 29 
 
 Join in the mighty refrain. 
 Sing it in English, Marathi and Hindi, 
 
 Over the land let it ring ; 
 Teach them in Telugo, Tamil and Urdu 
 
 India for Jesus to sing. 
 
 India tor Jesus and Jesus for India ; 
 
 Over our land let it ring, 
 Calling the Church to her glorious mission, 
 
 India to Jesus to bring ; 
 Bidding the lingering heralds of mercy 
 
 Fly with the Gospel abroad, 
 Till from her hilltops the watchmen shall 
 answer, 
 
 1 ' India has turned unto God. ' ' 
 
 India for Jesus and Jesus for India ; 
 
 Master, the work must be Thine ; 
 Thine is the Power, and thine is the Prom- 
 ise ; 
 
 Send us the Baptism divine. 
 
J3° MIU,ENNIAI, CHIMES 
 
 And, as the Monsoons that sweep o'er the 
 mountains, 
 
 Watering each valley and plain, 
 So may the Spirit, in showers of blessing, 
 
 Come w T ith abundance of rain. 
 
 £be Southern Croes, 
 
 CTARS of the southern heavens, 
 ^ I greet you in His name, 
 
 Who hung your torches yonder, 
 And lit their glowing flame. 
 
 Oft in the northern midnight 
 
 I've seen Orion shine, 
 The brightest constellation 
 
 Of yonder arch divine. 
 
 The silver light of Sirius, 
 The wondrous Pleiades, 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 131 
 
 The never-changing Pole Star, 
 Oft have I gazed on these. 
 
 But I have longed to see thee, 
 Fair Southern Cross, arise, 
 
 The mystic sign of Jesus 
 Engraven on the skies. 
 
 Shine on, thou wondrous signal, 
 Bright lamp from heaven above ; 
 
 Tell out o'er earth and ocean 
 The mystery of His love. 
 
 O'er Australasian Islands, 
 And Afric's burning sands, 
 
 And India's teeming millions, 
 And all the Christless lands. 
 
 Tell how the Lord of Heaven 
 Gave up His Son to die, 
 
I32 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Till men shall catch the meaning 
 Of Christ and Calvary. 
 
 His Church has long neglected 
 To make the message known, 
 
 But God has hung the signal, 
 To flash it from the throne. 
 
 They say its stars are tinted, 
 L,ike Calvary's erimsoj hue ; 
 
 The very heavens confess Him 
 Who died for me and you. 
 
 The Southern Cross is hanging 
 Low in the eastern sky ; 
 
 I almost long to grasp it, 
 And lift it up on high. 
 
 The glorious constellation 
 Is slowly travelling on ; 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL- I3?> 
 
 And lo ! erect it standeth, 
 Long ere the night is gone. 
 
 Yes, and Thy cross, O, Jesus, 
 
 Is rising evermore ; 
 And soon its light and glory 
 Shall shine from shore to shore. 
 
 Amid yon starry cluster 
 
 Two crosses I can see ; 
 One is the cross of Jesus, 
 
 And one is left for me. 
 
 One stands erect to heaven ; 
 
 'Tis His who suffered there ; 
 And one is prostrate lying, 
 
 For us to take and bear. 
 
 I lift Thy cross, O Jesus, 
 
 O'er every heathen land ; 
 And mine I take and carry 
 
 At Thy divine command. 
 
134 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Zbe Xanb of Sinim. 
 
 '"THERE'S a promise for the land of 
 Sinim , 
 
 It was spoken long ago, 
 And it tells us that the sons of China 
 
 Unto Jesus yet shall flow. 
 They shall gather from the far-off regions, 
 
 From the north and from the west, 
 They shall gather from the Land of Sinim 
 
 In the mansions of the blest. 
 
 There is darkness in the Land of Sinim, 
 
 For the Dragon's power is strong, 
 And the fetters of his cruel bondage 
 
 Have been forged for ages long. 
 But the Lion of the tribe of Judah 
 
 Has begun to break his chain, 
 And the captives from the Land of Sinim, 
 
 Are returning in His train. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 135 
 
 There is'sorrow in the Land of Sinim, 
 
 And there comes a ceaseless cry 
 From the little ones that faint and perish 
 
 And the prisoners doomed to die. 
 But they're coming from the Land of Sinim 
 
 With the happy, ransomed throng, 
 And the notes of China's so^s shall mingle 
 
 In the everlasting song. 
 
 They are dying in the Land of Sinim, 
 
 Tens of thousands every da v. 
 Ever)' century a thousand millions 
 
 Pass in Christless gloom away. 
 Oh, the graves that cover every hillside. ! 
 
 Oh, the cry that ever more 
 Seems to haunt us from the tombs of China — 
 
 k ' Could you not have come before ? M 
 
 I am going to the Land o( Sinim, 
 I have heard the Master's call, 
 
136 MIUBXMAI, CHIMES. 
 
 I have given up my life for China, 
 I have givtrii Christ my all. 
 
 I am going with the glonuus message 
 At the Master's last command. 
 
 I am going to receive my treasures 
 When thev come for Sinim's land. 
 
 ©nty a Xittle 3Sab\> <5irL 
 
 /^vXLY a little baby girl 
 ^-^ Dead by the river side ; 
 Only a little Chinese child 
 Drowned in the floating tide. 
 
 Over the boat too far she leaned, 
 Watching the dancing wave, 
 
 Over the brink she fell — she sank, 
 But there was none to save. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVKI, 137 
 
 If she had only been a boy, 
 
 They would have heard her cry ; 
 
 But she was only a baby girl, 
 And she was left to die. 
 
 It was her fate, perhaps, they said; 
 
 Why should they interfere ? 
 Had she not always been a curse ? 
 
 Why should they keep her here ? 
 
 So they have left her little form 
 
 Floating upon the wave ; 
 She was too young to have a soul, 
 
 Why should she have a grave ? 
 
 Yes, and there's many another lamb 
 
 Perishing every day, 
 Thrown by the road or river side, 
 
 Flung to the beasts of prey. 
 
l33 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Is there a mother's heart to-night, 
 Clasping her darling child, 
 
 Willing to leave these fainting lambs 
 Out on the desert wild ? 
 
 Is there a little Christian girl 
 Happy in love and home, 
 
 Living in selfish ease, while they 
 Out on the mountains roam ? 
 
 Think, as you lie on your little cot, 
 Smoothed by a mother's hand, 
 
 Think of the little baby girls 
 Over in China's land. 
 
 Think if there is not something more 
 
 Even a child can do ; 
 And if perhaps in China's land 
 
 Jesus has need of you . 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 139 
 
 Only a little baby girl 
 
 Dead by the river side ; 
 Only a little Chinese child 
 
 Drowned in the floating tide. 
 
 But it has brought a vision vast, 
 
 Dark as a nation's woe ; 
 O ! has it left one willing heart 
 
 Answering, M I will go ! " 
 
 Cell tbe Polynesian. 
 
 F^OWX where the balmy Southern Ocean 
 *^ Flows amid the fair Malaysian Isles, 
 Where, over scenes of wondrous beauty, 
 
 One eternal summer ever smiles, 
 Know ye that sunk in heathen darkness 
 
 Teeming tribes and many nations dwell? 
 Know ye that Christ is loudly calling, 
 
 Who will go, a Saviour's love to tell ? 
 
140 MILLENNIAL CHIMES 
 
 All else is fair in these bright regions, 
 
 God has stamped His glory everywhere ; 
 Bathed in the light of Orient sunshine 
 
 Isle and ocean shine like jewels rare. 
 Oh, what a diadem of glory 
 
 These would be upon Immanuers brow ! 
 'Twas for His glory they were fashioned, 
 
 And to Him their millions yet shall bow. 
 
 Oft have the feet of faithful toilers 
 
 O'er these scenes of sin and sorrow trod ; 
 Oft has the blood of holy martyrs 
 
 Stained these sands and claimed these 
 Isles for God. 
 But there is many a shore and island 
 
 Still enrapt in hopeless heathen night. 
 Oh, let us hear their voices calling, 
 
 Who will come and tell us of the light ? 
 
 Christ cannot come till all these regions 
 Have been told the message of His grace ; 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAY HI.. 141 
 
 And we are gathering out His jewels 
 From the men of every human race. 
 
 Oh, what a glory then shall cover 
 
 These fair scenes which Satan now de- 
 files ! 
 
 Say, will you have some precious jewels 
 From the beauteous Polynesian Isles ? 
 
 Cfoc H>arfe Soittan. 
 
 1 
 
 AM going to that dark, dark land 
 That lies by the Niger's shore ; 
 I am going at the Lord's command, 
 
 And I fear not, as He goes before. 
 I am going to the dark Soudan, 
 I am going to the poor black man, 
 Christ is leading in the glorious ^an, 
 
 And I follow as He goes before. 
 
 They are dying in the dark Soudan, 
 That lies by the Niger's shore ; 
 
I4 2 MIXI.ENNIAI, CHIMES 
 
 Let us save them while alone we can, 
 
 Ere for them the harvest-time is o'er. 
 Every da}' a thousand lost ones die, 
 Ninety millions still in darkness lie, 
 Let us listen to their pleading cry, 
 As it echoes from that heathen shore. 
 
 Christ has loved ones in the dark Soudan, 
 
 That lies by the Niger's shore ; 
 He has suffered for the poor black man, 
 And for him the cruel cross He bore. 
 With a love that danger never shuns 
 Let us go to find the wandering ones, 
 Let us go to bring His dark-browed sons 
 To the Father's wide-open door. 
 
 Christ is coming to the dark Soudan, 
 That lies by the Niger's shore ; 
 
 And the glory of the Son of Man 
 
 O'er its valleys and its plains shall pour. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 143 
 
 Land of deepest, darkest heathen night, 
 Thou shalt yet be called into the light, 
 And in that Millennial morn so bright 
 Afric's sons at last shall weep no more. 
 
 j 
 
 Jerusalem, 
 
 ERUSALEM ! Jerusalem ! 
 
 To me forever dear ; 
 My very heart doth beat with love 
 When thy sweet name I hear. 
 
 I love thy glorious walls and towers 
 That many a tale could tell ; 
 
 I love thy valleys and thy hills, 
 I love, I love thee well. 
 
 But most of all I love thee well 
 
 Because the Son of God 
 So oft o'er all these sacred scenes 
 
 With holy footsteps trod. 
 
T 44 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 The halo of His presence still 
 Seems lingering all around, 
 
 And every spot your footsteps tread 
 You feel is holy ground. 
 
 But one sweet spot is dearer far 
 
 Than all the rest to me, 
 A low green hill hard by thy walls, 
 
 The hill called Calvary. 
 
 Nay, there's another spot I hold 
 
 With even fonder love, 
 The slope of Olivet where Christ 
 
 Arose to Heaven above. 
 
 Methinks the very smile of God 
 
 Is always lingering here ; 
 Methinks the very angel hosts 
 
 Are ever hovering near. 
 
 I sat upon that mountain side 
 O'erlooking Bethany, 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 145 
 
 And never shall my heart forget 
 What Jesus said to me ? 
 
 It was not words, it was not thoughts, 
 
 'Twas just a breath of love, 
 But something for my heart it meant 
 
 All thoughts and words aove, 
 
 And this I know that message meant 
 
 That soon again He'll come, 
 And we shall meet on Olivet, 
 
 Our everlasting Home. 
 
 A short farewell ! thy glorious King 
 
 Will soon begin His reign, 
 And then with Him some glorious day 
 
 I'm going back again. 
 
 Jerusalem ! Jerusalem ! 
 
 Forever dear to me, 
 While life and love and God shall live, 
 
 I will remember thee. 
 
I46 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Zion's HwafeinQ. 
 
 A WAKE, awake, O Zion ; 
 ^* Arise, Jerusalem ; 
 Shake off thy chains and sackcloth, 
 
 Put on thy diadem. 
 Thy night is almost over, 
 
 Thy dawning draweth near, 
 Thy day of promise hasteth, 
 
 Thy King will soon appear. 
 
 Long hath thy midnight lasted, 
 
 Hard hath thy bondage been ; 
 Cruel the shame and anguish 
 
 Thy weeping eyes have seen. 
 But lift thine eyes, O Zion, 
 
 Forget thy Wailing Place ; 
 Once more thy King is coming 
 
 In glory and in grace. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL. 1^7 
 
 Thy sons are crowding to thee, 
 
 Thy wastes are tilled once more ; 
 Thy latter rains returning, 
 
 As in the days of yore. 
 The vineyards and the olives 
 
 Once more thy mountains crown, 
 And 'neath the vine and fig tree 
 
 Once more thy sons sit down. 
 
 Once more the grapes of Eschol 
 
 In Hebron's vale are seen ; 
 Once more the plain of Sharon 
 
 Is clothed in richest green. 
 The orange groves of Jaffa 
 
 Hang rich with harvests rare, 
 And hill and valley blossom 
 
 With flowers sweet and fair. 
 
 Thy streets and walls are spreading 
 With many a structure fair, 
 
 Thy thoroughfares are crowded 
 With traffic everywhere ; 
 
14$ MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Thy limits, stretching northward, 
 Fulfill the promised sign, 
 
 And soon thy walls will cover 
 The Prophet's measuring line. 
 
 And many a town and hamlet 
 
 Is growing o'er the land, 
 The harbinger of progress, 
 
 And brighter days at hand. 
 And many a little circle 
 
 Of Israel's sons has come, 
 And in thy ancient valleys 
 
 Has found a prosperous home. 
 
 And now the engine's whistle 
 Is heard on Sharon's plain, 
 
 And Judah's mountains echo 
 The rushing railway tiain. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVKL. 149 
 
 Yes, and o'er Syrian railways, 
 They tell us, soon shall pour 
 
 The trade of western nations 
 To India's distant shore. 
 
 The messengers of Jesus 
 
 Are gathering at thy gates, 
 And many a faithful watchman 
 
 In Zion works and waits. 
 Once more from Zion's threshold 
 
 The stream begins to flow, 
 Whose deeper floods of blessing 
 
 To all the lands shall £0. 
 
 From many a cruel nation 
 Thy suffering children flee, 
 
 Not knowing God is planning 
 To drive them home to thee. 
 
I50 Mm,ENXIAI< CHIMES-. 
 
 Thy strange, pathetic story 
 Men cannot understand — 
 
 A land without a people, 
 A race without a land. 
 
 But Israel shall be gathered 
 
 From every race and clime, 
 On Zion's holy mountain 
 
 In God's appointed time. 
 But first the chosen " remnant 9l 
 
 Their Saviour must receive, 
 The "first fruits'' of the nation 
 
 The Gospel must believe. 
 
 And then from Gentile nations 
 The Lord must bring His own,. 
 
 And unto every creature 
 
 The witness be made known. 
 
MISSIONS AND TRAVEL l5l 
 
 Then He hath surely promised 
 The glorious end shall come, 
 
 The King shall come to Zion 
 And Israel gather home. 
 
 We'hail that glorious morning, 
 
 All things in earth and sky, 
 And even in scattered Israel 
 
 Proclaim its advent night. 
 Awake, awake, O Zion, 
 
 Thy day begins to dawn. 
 Lord, haste its glad appearing, 
 
 Help us to speed it on ! 
 
152 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 ail Hvounfc tbe Wlorlfc. 
 
 COMPOSED ON LEAVING AMERICA TO VISIT 
 THE EAST, JANUARY, 1893. 
 
 A LL around the world I journey 
 ** Over many a land, 
 Bearing forth the great commission 
 
 At the Lord's command. 
 Many a danger lies around me, 
 
 Many a dart is hurled, 
 But I know His love will guard me 
 
 All around the world. 
 
 There are cables underlying 
 
 Every ocean wide; 
 Chords of love and prayer are stronger 
 
 Than the Atlantic's tide. 
 
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 There's a ladder up to heaven 
 
 Wheresoe'er we roam, 
 And the gates of prayer can never 
 
 Find us far from home. 
 
 Hold me closely every moment 
 
 In the arms of prayer ; 
 Let me feel your very heart-breath 
 
 With me every where. 
 Let me know, as ever onward 
 
 I am swiftly whirled, 
 Hosts unseen are marching with me 
 
 All around the world. 
 
 Brothers, let us stretch our heart-strings 
 
 Wide as human woe ; 
 All around this world of sorrow 
 
 Let our blessing go. 
 
154 MILLENNIAL CHIMES. 
 
 Over every land and nation 
 
 Be His flag unfurled ; 
 Send the Gospel quickly, quickly, 
 All around the world. 
 
 3ust IBe^onfc) tbe ©Often (Bate. 
 
 COMPOSED ON RETURNING TO AMERICA OFF 
 GOLDEN GATE, JULY, 1 893. 
 
 AS I sailed across the ocean, 
 ** Far beyond the Golden Gate, 
 All around was wild commotion, 
 
 And the night was dark and late. 
 But I, thought, beyond this ocean, 
 
 And this dark and cheerless night, 
 It is morning in the homeland, 
 
 And their sun is shining bright. 
 
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 And methought how very often, 
 
 As we sail life's stormy way, 
 When the night is dark and cheerless 
 
 And we long for dawning day, 
 How 'twould cheer us to remember, 
 
 When the night is dark and late, 
 It is morning over yonder, 
 
 Just beyond the Golden Gate. 
 
 Yes, and home, as well as morning, 
 
 Waiting hearts and beck'ning hands ; 
 O ! how sweet to one returning 
 
 From the shores of far-off lands ! 
 Yes, there is a better Home-land, 
 
 Where our wanderings all are o'er, 
 And there' 1 be a glad Home-coming, 
 
 When we meet to part no more.