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LIGHT IN THE WINDOW 
 
 BY 
 
 Dy^ AMELIA WEBB HALL. 
 
 
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 Deep as the ocean depth is mind: 
 Our inmost thoughts forever roll 
 Like waves that know no bounds, 
 A spark from the infinite. 
 
 Thought lives forever. 
 
Copyrig-ht, 1910, 
 
 By Amelia Webb Hall, 
 
 Cincinnati, O. 
 
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DEDICATED. 
 
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 In Memory of 
 CECELIA E. WEBB, 
 
 My sister, who passed to Eternal Life, 
 December 25th, 1 852. 
 

 PEE FACE. 
 
 Dear Eeaders: In submitting this feeble effort to the public, 
 and feeling that we are now passing through a period of 
 time when the world needs the touch of a loving hand and 
 the words of a kind voice to soothe the ills of life; as the 
 search for something new is ever before the public mind, I 
 have thought it might not be amiss to write a few leaflets and 
 throw them out on the waves of the ocean of Time's rolling 
 billows, hojjing that the thoughts expressed in the following 
 ])ages may find a place in the minds of the multitude, and 
 that a few seeds may be sown which will take root and 
 bring forth fruit a hundred fold to the glory of our Lord 
 and Saviour through time and eternity. 
 
 Mrs. Amelia Webb Hall. 
 
LIGHT IN THE WINDOW. 
 
 THE SOUL'S EEFEAIN. 
 
 There's a light in the window for me over there; 
 There's a light in the window, so bright and so fair; 
 For Jesus hath lit it, with His loving hand, 
 To cheer and to guide me to that happy land. 
 
 Oh! May I safe reach it through chill and through frost; 
 For all Vhose that love Him shall never be lost. 
 The ships with pure sails, they float on the blast, 
 And safe in the harbor they will anchor at last. 
 
 The Saviour will welcome them on that bright shore, 
 And Sorrow and Trouble will fret me no more; 
 There many are waiting that have passed on before, 
 And gladly will greet me with blessings in store. 
 
 The dark clouds are breaking, the storm is 'most past; 
 The azure clouds floating with bright hope at last; 
 Sweet visions of glory revealed to my eyes, 
 Where Jesus so lovely in triumph doth rise. 
 
 And now the dark spirit of sorrow is slain; 
 No more has it power to leave the dark stain. 
 My soul, it in triumph will soar to the skies 
 Where joy that is lasting in brightest hope lies. 
 
 This world full of sorrows, it fades from my sight; 
 Its joys, they have passed, like a bright summer's night. 
 My treasure 's in Heaven— they were lent to me here — 
 Like stars, they are shining, their light ever dear. 
 
 The light it will guide me till life's journey is past, 
 For Faith as a bright lamp will shine to the last. 
 Oh! nothing will stop me from reaching that shore 
 Where sickness or sighing will come never more. 
 
 — 7_ 
 
IN MEMOBIAM. 
 
 Oh! precious bud of promise bright, 
 
 That gathered all our dearest love, 
 Thy leaves will now unfold in light 
 
 And bloom in Paradise above. 
 
 No chilling winds or winter's frost 
 
 Will nip thy wondrous leaves so fair; 
 Thy beauteous form will ne'er be lost, 
 
 But bloom in fields more rich and rare. 
 
 The Saviour j^lucks the fairest, best. 
 To grace the glorious courts of heaven; 
 
 And bids us seek the promised rest 
 He unto thee in love has given. 
 
 Ah! around thy cherished form so bright 
 Sweet memories, they will ever cling; 
 
 And we will seek for thee in light. 
 
 For around the cross bright hopes will cling. 
 
 THE POWER OF LOVE. 
 
 Oh! Love, it speaks from out the eyes 
 
 In tones more deep than voice may whisper from the lip. 
 The loving glance, O! It reveals the liidden secrets of our lives. 
 
 Ah! wondrous Love, what potent power is held within the 
 Golden urn thou bidst us sip. 
 
 I have felt the gleam from out Love's burning glance 
 
 Pierce to my inmost heart's recess; it bid the tide of life to 
 fl.ow 
 Like springs from out the hillside rocks that leap in wildest 
 dance. 
 That glance of Love, it ever haunts the memory 
 With its dazzling glow. 
 
 The memory of that loving glance is like the gleam of some 
 bright star. 
 It sheds around my lonely way the halo of its lingering ray 
 And bids me in my sorrows say that light, it now shines 
 from afar. 
 That one bright gleam will ever beam 
 Until the perfect day. 
 —8— 
 
MEET ME THEBE. 
 
 Wilt thou meet me on the shore, 
 Where the sun will set no more — 
 Sparkling on the golden streets, 
 Where the loved in glory meets? 
 
 Friends shall meet to part no more; 
 Pain and sadness there are o'er; 
 Joy will beam from eye to eye 
 When we shall dwell beyond the sky. 
 
 Starry crowns we then shall wear; 
 Music's sweetest notes are there; 
 Blissful songs of joy and peace 
 In happy voice shall never cease. 
 
 Oh! My spirit longs to fly 
 And seek for joy and peace on high; 
 While the light from Calvary's Hill 
 My soul with peace and rapture thrill. 
 
 Oh! Blessed hope that we shall meet 
 The loved ones there at Jesus' feet; 
 With open arms He will bid us come 
 When life with us on earth is done. 
 
 Meet me on the golden shore, 
 Meet me there when life is o'er, 
 Meet me there, Oh! meet me there. 
 
 MEMORY'S CHIMES. 
 
 Sweet memory's chimes fall on the listening ear 
 Like music from a far celestial sphere 
 And lull the weary soul to peaceful rest. 
 Hope's bright tint illumes the glowing west. 
 
 And visions bright entrance with sweet delight; 
 We cease to fear the dreary night 
 As thy glad notes, with magic in their lay, 
 Transporting, raise the soul to a more perfect day. 
 
 Perhaps we may meet in sunny climes; 
 Our souls in unison will chant sweet memory's chimes. 
 No more with sorrow's mantel o'er our spirits cast. 
 For faith will lead our footsteps home at last. 
 
 —9— 
 
TKE HEAVENLY EOAD. 
 
 Jesus, guide my wandering feet 
 Till I the loved ones joyful meet; 
 Teach me to trust Thy love and grace, 
 So I may see Thy smiling face. 
 
 Teach me the way that I shall go, 
 While I am journeying here below; 
 Oh! fill my heart with peace and love. 
 Then I shall reach the courts above. 
 
 Oh! let me feel Thy presence near. 
 That I may see my way is clear; 
 It will show me that Thy love divine 
 Can make the road with glory shine. 
 
 Oh! give me faith so strong and true 
 That I, like Thee, may strive to do 
 My Pleavenly Father's holy will. 
 Till joy my heart with rapture fill. 
 
 Then, on my way, that shining light 
 Will illume the dark clouds of the night. 
 Drive all my sins and griefs away. 
 That I may see the perfect day. 
 
 Then will my soul, on wings of love, 
 Fly upward to Thy throne above; 
 And hope's bright beams shall be unfurled 
 In glories of a brighter world. 
 
 LINES FOB AN ALBUM. 
 
 Dear Friend, may the bark of life 
 Glide over life's tempestuous sea. 
 And hope's bright beam forever light 
 Thy soul with heaven's effulgent gleam. 
 
 Then will thy dream be like the waves 
 That sparkle as the setting sun 
 Eeflects its glorious tints thereon. 
 Hope's brightest joys thy soul illume — 
 Chase from thy path all doubt and gloom. 
 
 Bright visions filled with fragrant flowers. 
 Watered with love 's perennial showers. 
 And sweetest perfume linger around 
 Where holiest joys and peace abound. 
 —10— 
 
PLEASANT DAYS. 
 
 O! Come, let us haste to the grove 
 
 In the woods where the streamlets play; 
 
 Where the wild flowers bloom we will rove, 
 And list to the bird 's happy lay. 
 
 As the day's happy hours speed away, 
 May we learn the sweet lesson of love 
 
 Taught in nature, in beautiful May, 
 Type of the bright seasons above, 
 
 Where the flowers immortal shall bloom, 
 And the seeds ne^ er more know decay; 
 
 Where no mist ever comes with its gloom, 
 And the streams of delight ever play. 
 
 As they wind through the ever-green hills 
 Of bright Canaan, that dear happy land, 
 
 Where music celestial ever fills 
 
 The abode of the augelic band. 
 
 Let us while the pleasant hours awa}" 
 
 And cull the flowers of brightest hue, 
 
 That bid us seek the happy day 
 
 Of heaven's dawn, begemmed with dew, 
 
 That brightens all our earthly hours 
 
 With misty joys, fragrant with hope; 
 
 Our spirits then will, like the flowers, 
 
 With fragrance on the zephyrs float. 
 
 Then will the pleasant days of life 
 
 Eeturn with memory's verdant green; 
 
 Like golden grain, so rich and ripe, 
 
 In glittering sheaves will brightly gleam. 
 
 Then all our pathway will be joy; 
 
 We will cast all woes beneath our feet; 
 No griefs, life 's sorrows e 'er alloy 
 
 The whispered hope sweet friends to greet. 
 
 When the bright courts of heaven we see; 
 
 Pleasant days shall come again; 
 Our spirits,' like the birds in glee. 
 
 With friends will sing the glad refrain. 
 
 —11— 
 
LOVE'S MISSION. 
 
 In thy temple I would dwell, 
 Free from earthly grief and pain; 
 Breathe Thy spirit in my heart 
 That I may Thy glory tell. 
 
 Show the riches of Thy love 
 To a lost and sinful world j 
 Let Thy mercy, grace impart 
 Truth and wisdom from above. 
 
 Then will my joyous soul proclaim 
 Thy blessed mission from the skies 
 Fulfilled in meekness, truth and love — 
 Shall forever praise Jehovah's name. 
 
 Nothing on earth can e'er compare 
 The riches of His love and grace; 
 Oh! may I seek the pearl of life, 
 The hope will shine divinely fair. 
 
 Oh! blessed Jesus, ever reign 
 Within my heart's deep fount; 
 Peaceful will be my life on earth. 
 My spirit sing the glad refrain. 
 
 The glorious song of love divine 
 The host of heaven in rapture sing — 
 Immanuel, that once was slain, 
 But now in joy and beauty shine. 
 
 Love's holy mission, like a dove. 
 Best on my head in holiness 
 Till my glad spirit, free from sin. 
 Shall dwell in Thy blest courts above. 
 
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 ThE STORY OF THE CEOSS. 
 
 I know, I know the story, the story of the Cross. 
 He left His home of glory, 
 
 Came to the sinful earth. 
 And gave to us the story 
 
 Of an Immortal birth. 
 
 He poured out His life in sorrow 
 
 Upon the sinful tree. 
 That we in grateful praises 
 
 Might ever happy be. 
 —12— 
 
And now He reigns in glory, 
 
 Upon His Father's throne; 
 Then let iis sing His praises 
 
 As we go marching on. 
 
 We will dwell with Him forever, 
 
 When this earthly life is done, 
 And wear a crown of glory 
 
 More brilliant than the sun. 
 
 CHILDHOOD MOVES. 
 
 Sweetly the birds sing in the trees. 
 Brightly and gay as in days of yore; 
 
 The butterfly, sportive and free, ^ 
 With gaudy wings we all adore. 
 
 The Summer flowers, so gay aud bright, 
 Eemind us of our childhood hours; 
 
 The sun, it sheds its brilliant light; 
 
 The stars, thej^ speak God's mighty power. 
 
 Nature its glorious power repeats; 
 
 The whole vast universe God's love 
 Proclaims; the wise His wisdom seek, 
 
 If they would reach His courts above 
 
 Where friends we loved have passed away 
 To that bright home of endless day; 
 
 And memory can alone allay 
 
 The bitter pangs — earth's joys decay. 
 
 But, ah! the seeds that memory holds 
 In that bright casket of the mind 
 
 Shall burst their shells, and we behold 
 Their forms again, rich beauty find. 
 
 And childhood's hours may come again 
 
 And vivid beauty, as of yore; 
 Sweet birds and flowers again shall claim 
 
 The potent spell of memory's power. 
 
 Then we may roam in Elysian fields 
 To seek the joys we once possessed. 
 
 While memory's magic power, it yields 
 
 Hope's sweetest flowers, divinely blest. 
 —13— 
 
CHEISTMAS CHIMES. 
 
 Ring forth, ring forth, the Christmas bells; 
 
 Londly, cheerily, o'er the hills and dale; 
 
 Telling of glad tidings, 
 
 Good will and peace to men. 
 
 With love and joy abiding, now and ever more; 
 
 Cheerily, merrily, ring the holy bolls. 
 
 Brighter and brighter shines the holy Star, 
 Guiding the Magi where, in the manger, lay 
 The Prince of Peace and Righteousness. 
 Jesus' holy mission of love to ruined m.an 
 Brings forth the blessed Christmas tide; 
 Cheerily, merrily, ring the holy bells. 
 
 Joyful, joyful, shout the blessed song. 
 Telling of the glory of Jesus' holy reign; 
 Shout Hosannah to our God I 
 Strike aloud the harp and timbrel 
 With the wondrous song of love; 
 Cheerily, merrily, ring the holy bells. 
 
 Christmas bell, Christmas bells. 
 
 Oh! ever ring within our hearts 
 
 With praise and sweetest anthem; 
 
 May our lives be one glad song 
 
 Till Time's rolling waves shall land us safe home; 
 
 Cheerily, merrily, ring the holy bells. 
 
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 CHEISTMAS ANTHEM. 
 
 Christmas joys are smiling o'er us; 
 
 Hear we what its mission speaks? -^ 
 In our Saviour 's life the purest 
 
 Infinite love and wisdom meets. 
 
 Jesus, born within the manger, 
 
 Light and holiness reveals; 
 Lifts our souls from out the danger. 
 
 And our spirit's ransom seals. 
 
 At His birth the holy angels 
 
 The glad news and peace fortells, 
 Guides the Magi to the manger 
 
 Where the Holy Infant dwells. 
 
 —14— 
 
Lo! His life has wondrous power 
 
 For to break the mighty chains; 
 Eobs death of its darkest hour; 
 
 Victory and joy proclaims. 
 
 Let the holy star of Bethlehem 
 
 Ever shine within our hearts; 
 Love, and devotion at the helm, 
 
 Guide and protect our drifting bark 
 
 Until we reach that blessed haven. 
 
 Where we may hear the Christmas bells 
 
 Pealing forth, our names are graven 
 Bright where peace and glory dwells. 
 
 HOPE'S GLITTEEING BAY. 
 
 Hope's brilliant torch, forever light 
 And cheer me in the darkest gloom; 
 
 Then joys will sparkle ever bright 
 Around my pathway to the tomb. 
 
 Hope, ever lead — my spirit guide 
 
 To roads where sweetest flowerets bloom, 
 
 Along the shores, where streamlets glide 
 With rippling waves in light or gloom. 
 
 Hope's brilliant banner be unfurled 
 In glittering folds around my head; 
 
 Then all the fears around me hurled 
 By Satan 's power no more I dread. 
 
 For often times our spirits droop, 
 And mystic thoughts and fears arise 
 
 Within our hearts. Oh! who would stoop 
 To earthly joys, neglect the prize 
 
 That yields to us the sweetest fruits 
 Hope offers to our waiting hands, 
 
 And bids us seek the joys that suit 
 
 Our longing souls — bright hope expands. 
 
 Then ever guide me on the way. 
 
 While birds will sing their sweetest, note 
 
 In praise to Him that holds the ray 
 
 That lights the glittering torch of hope. 
 
 —15— 
 
WOEKING FOB JESUS. 
 
 No time to spend for Jesus? 
 
 Oh! sad and gloomy way 
 
 To spend the days in thoughtless play, 
 
 And give no time to Jesus. 
 
 ISTo time to spend for Jesus? 
 Who gave his life for all 
 And bids us listen to His call 
 To come and work for Jesus. 
 
 ISTo time to spend for Jesus? 
 
 How can we slight his love 
 
 And grieve him on His throne above 
 
 By idle lives for Jesus. 
 
 No time, we say, for Jesus; 
 The world, its calls are many; 
 It's joys and smiles are free for any 
 That have no love for Jesus. 
 
 Hark! Listen to the birds, they sing: 
 We will spend some time for Jesus, 
 The woods and hills with carols ring. 
 With Joyful songs of Jesus. 
 
 Then let us, like the birds in glee, 
 Sing sweetest songs and work for Jesus. 
 
 There is plenty work for you and me 
 To sow some seeds for Jesus. 
 
 Along the dreary paths of life 
 
 The flowers of hope will bud for Jesus, 
 
 And bloom in other fields of light, 
 Divinely fair and bright for Jesus. 
 
 Then we will gather in the sheaves 
 Of blessed work and love for Jesus, 
 
 Where sin and sorrow never grieves 
 The souls that bravely work for Jesus. 
 
 THE SPIEIT'S FLIGHT. 
 
 On the wings of the winds my soul it would fly 
 To seek for the joys far beyond the blue sky, 
 Where hope's richest treasures are centered in light. 
 Bright day, it shall ne'er pass away into night. 
 
 —16— 
 
I can cross Jordan's river, Jesus by my side, 
 
 Nor feel that the stream is both chilling and wide; 
 
 The light from His eye will guide me safe home. 
 
 For its beams, they will glisten like stars in Heaven's dome. 
 
 O! Jesus will guide me across the dark stream 
 To that mansion of rest, where the brightest rays gleam; 
 "Where the flowers ne'er wither, nor stars ever fade — 
 Bright elysian of love, where our hopes are all laid. 
 
 On the wings of the wind I will fly o'er the seas 
 Of trials and sufferings, from time's cruel deeds; 
 In transport my soul, it will mount to the sky. 
 Where the loved ones are waiting to greet me on high. 
 
 THE BADIANT GLEAM. 
 
 Ah! Who could live in doubt and gloom 
 Without the ray from that blessed tomb. 
 Where Jesus hid awhile His head 
 Was numbered with the mighty dead? 
 
 But, ah! that light once more must shine 
 And show the Saviour is divine. 
 The angels lift the sacred stone, 
 And Jesus leaves them there alone. 
 
 In the morning hour He meets His friends; 
 To His disciples gladness sends: 
 Teach us like Him to walk the earth. 
 Then we shall have an immortal birth. 
 
 The star that gleamed at Jesus' birth, 
 Its brilliant rays will bless the earth; 
 That light must shine from pole to pole, 
 As time's fast cycles shall unroll. 
 
 Its rays shall guide the wanderer's feet. 
 Till we shall Thee in gladness meet; 
 Around the throne that sparkling light 
 To our glad eyes shall shine more bright. 
 
 The gleam of joy breaks from the tomb, 
 And gladness now dawns from the gloom; 
 The Father breaks the mighty chain; 
 
 Good will and peace shall ever reign. 
 
 (2) -17- 
 
TEE KING OF GLORY. 
 
 Oh! Strike aloud the silver cord, 
 
 And let the anthems ring; 
 The voice of heaven and earth accord 
 
 The i)raises of our Lord and King. 
 
 He rules the universe with love; 
 
 His scepter sways the mighty hosts; 
 Bright seraphs sing in courts above, 
 
 But sinners praise lUs name the most. 
 
 All nature in triumphant lays 
 
 Proclaim Him Lord of earth and heaven, 
 Oh! May I sing His glorious praise, 
 
 Then all my sins will be forgiven. 
 
 LIGHT IN DAHENESS. 
 
 Holy Father, ever guide me, 
 Till I reach that blessed shore; 
 
 May the sorrows that betide me 
 
 Flee like clouds when storms are o 'er. 
 
 Ah! my spirit sad, desponding. 
 By the wayside droops and falls, 
 
 Till I, in Thy love confiding. 
 
 Listening, hear Thy voice that calls: 
 
 Come to me, thou broken-hearted; 
 
 I can heal the sore distressed; 
 Earthly joys of life departed. 
 
 Flee to me for peace and rest. 
 
 Precious, like the balm of Gilead, 
 Jesus' love sweet solace brings; 
 
 Chases away all shadows and dread, 
 And bids us to sweet memories cling. 
 
 Oh! Jesus, life me out the darkness; 
 
 Lead me to that Eock on high, 
 Where I can hide me in the crevice 
 
 While all the storms of life go by. 
 
 Come and linger still beside me; "» 
 Let me feel thy presence near, 
 
 Bidding life's troubled billows flee. 
 Then I no more shall doubt and fear 
 —18-^ 
 
For there is magic in Thy voice- 
 Naught else can soothe the heart to rest; 
 
 Thou bidst the anonished soul rejoice 
 With brightest hopes suiiremely' blessed. 
 
 Then my pathway will be brightened; 
 
 With hope's torch I'll reach the goal 
 That on Calvary's hill has lightened 
 
 Every mariner on life's shoal. 
 
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 THE SPRING'S RETUEN. 
 
 The joyous spring has come again, 
 And now she holds her gentle reign; 
 The woods, the hills, the earth rejoice. 
 And sing her praise in Nature's voice. 
 
 The birds, again,, from every tree, 
 They sing their songs in happy glee; 
 We will raise our voice in happy strain, 
 Warble with them the sweet refrain. 
 
 For lovely Spring, she opens the flowers, 
 And bathes them with her gentle showers; 
 We will drop with her a pitying tear — 
 Stern winter now must disappear. 
 
 To the dark caverns take his flight, 
 And hide his icy chains from sight; 
 No more he reigns on earth supreme, 
 And hides the sun 's bright lustrous beam. 
 
 For Spring will bid the earth rejoice. 
 While we can make the happy choice 
 Of precious things she has in store 
 That our glad visions shall adore. 
 
 Oh! haj^py Springtime of the year, 
 May we then love to linger here; 
 Teach us to look for that bright day 
 When storms of winter have passed away. 
 
 Winter of life, away then, now; 
 No more to thee we fain must bow: 
 We will fly to meet the Eternal spring, 
 Singing on bright immortal wing. 
 —19— 
 
LIFE'S SETTING SUN. 
 
 Oh! Like the glorious setting sun 
 May my sad life on earth be run, 
 Till friends shall call me hence away, 
 To live with them in eternal day. 
 
 So may its brilliant tints illume 
 And drive away the darkest gloom; 
 They will strike the keynote of the Lyre 
 To which my raptured soul aspires. 
 
 Oh! Father, give me grace to bear 
 The burden of sad grief and care; 
 And may the brilliant tints of light 
 Lure me with visions ever bright. 
 
 Then may the setting sun of life 
 Be hallowed with the blessed light 
 Of joys that will ever with me stay 
 In the morning of an endless day. 
 
 Then will I hear the angelic voice 
 That bids me ever to rejoice; 
 For I shall cross the crystal sea. 
 And Jesus, He will pilot me — 
 
 To where no breakers ever roll; 
 And all the loved ones gone before 
 Shall welcome me, no more to roam, 
 While music fills the starry dome. 
 
 LO, I AM WITH YOU ALWAY. 
 
 My soul mounts up on wings of love. 
 
 In blissful thought to my Eedeemer's courts above. 
 
 Where can we ever find peace and rest 
 
 Only as our loving Saviour's guest? 
 
 The angels from that blessed home 
 With visions bright will lift the dome, 
 That we in faith may see the light 
 Chase from our skies the clouds of night. 
 
 Then let me ever sing the blissful song 
 
 Of Jesus' wondrous love, till we the angels join; 
 
 Then I will meet Him in His courts above, 
 
 And with the friends in Glory sing His redeeming love. 
 
 —20— 
 
Dear Heavenly Father, ever guide my wandering feet 
 
 In paths of righteousness and peace, that I at last may 
 
 meet 
 With all the ransomed host in Glory there, 
 And find a refuge bright, where skies are ever fair. 
 
 May faith with brilliant light illume the way 
 Around the path of life, till we may see the perfect day; 
 Where sorrow's storms thro' darkened clouds may the sil- 
 ver lining shine, 
 To chase all fears away if we will trust the love divine. 
 
 EASTEE BELLS. 
 
 Sweet easter bells their chimes are sweetly ringing, 
 And o'er our spirits now the pensive thought is stealing; 
 O! May our spirits rise with Jesus from the tomb, 
 And like the fairest flower in Paradise shall bloom. 
 
 Forever ring, forever ring, 
 
 Sweet, holy Easter bells. 
 
 That tell the wondrous story, that Jesus burst the tomb, 
 And rent the chains that bound Him, by death 's relentless dome. 
 King forth the joyful message, out in the morning breeze, 
 That out from sin and bondage the immortal soul He freed. 
 
 Forever ring, forever ring. 
 
 Sweet, holy Easter bells. 
 
 To dwell in. glorious mansions in heaven beyond the stars; 
 For He hath conquered Satan, and broke the prison bars; 
 Then forever sing His praises, in chimes of sweetest song. 
 Let everything in nature the glorious sound prolong. 
 
 Forever ring, forever ring, 
 
 Sweet, holy Easter bells. 
 
 Oh! catch the glorious anthem, and bear it o'er the seas; 
 Let all remotest nations their sinful soul appeal — 
 With joyful thoughts of Jesus, and how He died to save; 
 The soul that truly trusts Him, He will bring it from the grave 
 
 Forever ring, forever ring, 
 
 Sweet, holy Easter bells. 
 
 Bring forth the fairet flowers, in garlands rich and fair. 
 To strew along the pathway, that we may find Him there 
 Beside the flowing river, that winds along the shore 
 Of that blest land perennial, where we all him adore; 
 
 Forever ring, forever ring. 
 
 Sweet, holy Easter bells. 
 —21— 
 
GLIDING DOWN THE STBEAM. 
 
 Joyfully, merrily, gliding down the stream 
 
 That passes by the shore, where flowers so thickly bloom. 
 We will cull all the fairest, for a wreath to wear amid our 
 dreams; 
 And our visions will be heavenly, that then will brightly 
 loom 
 O'er the path that is before us, for the thorns we'll cast aside, 
 As we go gliding down the swiftly passing stream. 
 
 Joyfully, merrily sing the birds amid the trees, 
 
 Teaching mortals to be happy, while passing down the 
 stream; 
 Then why should we be sighing, while music is on the breeze'? 
 Let us listen to the anthem that sweetly comes in dreams, 
 Of that bright home Elysiau, where joys forever wait, 
 
 And the crystal gates are open, as we go gliding down the 
 swiftly passing stream. 
 
 Joyfully, merrily sing the saints above, that have glided down 
 the stream; 
 They have reached the shining shore of true, infinite love; 
 Then as we hear the music from out the star's bright beam, 
 
 It fills our souls with rapture and tells of joys above; 
 Oh! Then why should we murmur at the fleeting woes of time, 
 That bears us on its bosom, as we go gliding down the 
 swiftly passing stream! 
 
 Joyfully, merrily we'll sing in tones of triumph, while we go 
 gliding down the stream, 
 For the banner floats above us, washed in the Saviour 's 
 blood; 
 Its folds are floating o'er our heads, and tells our souls ''He 
 will redeem. 
 All those who sing redeeming love;" so let us sing the 
 
 precious song. 
 Till we shall pass death's chilling flood; 
 Then we shall strike the timbrel loud, with Miriam and the 
 glorious band, 
 When we have safely glided down the swiftly passing stream. 
 
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 THE PATH OF PEACE. 
 
 When we have crossed life's troubled sea, 
 A home of bliss awaits us, free 
 From sin's dark night — sweet blissful day; 
 Hope bids us seek the peaceful way. 
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Jesus will surely guide our feet 
 Till we sliall meet the mercy seat; 
 Sad grief, life's cares and woes all past, 
 Sweet bliss and peace are found at last. 
 
 Then we may bathe our weary souls 
 While the endless years forever rolls; 
 In fountains of perpetual grace 
 The Lord will give an abiding place. 
 
 The path of peace, O! blissful way 
 Which leads us to an immortal day, 
 Where love's sweet flowers forever bloom 
 And Bethlehem's Star shines from the gloom. 
 
 O! May we catch the radiant beam 
 That points the path of hope's bright gleam; 
 The drifting clouds will then unfold, 
 Thy glorious face we shall then behold. 
 
 We will cast our crowns at his dear feet; 
 With wondrous joy in rajiture greet 
 The Prince of Peace and Eighteousness, 
 Who died the sinful earth to bless. 
 
 SUNBISE ON TEE BIVEB. 
 
 Beautiful tints of the morning 
 
 Shine like a beacon of love, 
 Speaking of joys immortal 
 
 Eevealed to our souls from above; 
 Telling of goodness and power 
 
 Of the dear Father of light; 
 Chasing away all the sorrow. 
 
 The gloomiest terror of night. 
 
 Shine on our visions forever 
 
 With memory's magic power; 
 Let hope ever lead us still onward 
 
 AVhen clouds they begin to lower; 
 Then all will be joy and true gladness, 
 
 With all the bright visions of love, 
 Till we reach the bright mansions of glory 
 
 That Jesus prepared us above. 
 —23— 
 
CHEEE UP. 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up! though many a thorn 
 
 Is strewn along thy way, 
 The ills of life must still be borne 
 
 Till shines the perfect day. 
 
 Then will thy feet be safely led 
 
 To tread the path of peace; 
 Thy soul w^th heavenly food be fed, 
 
 Till sorrows, they shall cease. 
 
 For still thou art our constant care, 
 Though clouds of night obscure 
 
 The heavenly vision bright and fair — 
 God's promises are sure. 
 
 The battle, it will soon be won. 
 
 And the victory shall come 
 And place upon thy head a crown 
 
 When all life's duties done. 
 
 Oh! We will ever watch thee now, 
 
 Dear mother, kind and true. 
 And cheer thee when dark clouds shall lower. 
 
 Till God shall call thee, too. 
 
 Then shall we be united there. 
 
 In heavenly mansions bright; 
 With all the loved ones, pure and fair, 
 
 There ne'er shall be night. 
 
 Cheer up, cheer up! 
 
 THE HOLY SPIEIT'S POWER. 
 
 Gracious Lord, protect me now; 
 At Thy feet I fain w'ould bow 
 Till I hear thy magic voice 
 Bidding my sad soul rejoice. 
 
 Ah! I feel the w^ondr®us power. 
 Oh! the bright and blissful hour 
 When Jesus to my si)irit flies 
 And bids it look beyond the skies. 
 —24— 
 
Soaring high on wings of love, 
 With brightest hopes centered above, 
 Jesus all my song shall be 
 In that bright Eternity. 
 
 With the angels I would dwell; 
 , Love's redeeming story tell — 
 Of the cross; its wondrous power 
 Lifts our souls from sin's dark hour. 
 
 Eejoicing now in Jesus' love. 
 The Holy Spirit, like a dove. 
 Descends upon my visions bright 
 With all of its celestial light. 
 
 Z ION'S LIGHT. 
 
 The rays of Zion's light are brightly gleaming, 
 And every face with holy joy is beaming; 
 The golden harps with sweetest notes are playing; 
 Angelic hosts, they sing in rapture saying: 
 Hail to the Prince of light and love! 
 Jesus, He reigns in all the realms above. 
 Triumphant over death and all its gloom — 
 Gives to the trusting soul love's priceless boon. 
 
 Through darkest paths of woe His feet, they trod; 
 Like us, he felt sin's chastening rod. 
 But meekly bore His grief and pain. 
 And suffered death our ransom to obtain. 
 Oh! may we patient strive to follow Him, 
 Seeking to shun the paths of earthly sin, 
 And catch the radiant light of Zion's Hill, 
 While peace and gladness then our bosoms thrill. 
 
 Jesus, thou Prince of Righteousness, 
 Forever fill my heart with love and holiness, 
 That I may safely ride the billows' foam. 
 And from Thy side may never wish to roam; 
 Extend Thy hand to me in every hour of gloom. 
 While Zion 's holy light shines o 'er the darkened tomb. 
 Then will life's closing hour be like the setting sun 
 That throws its hallowed beam when its earthly course 
 is run. 
 
 —25— 
 
TBE BEAUTIFUL SHOEE. 
 
 The boat, it is drifting — 
 
 The boat, it is drifting 
 To that bright and beautiful shore. 
 
 It will laud me there safely, 
 
 It will land me there safely, 
 On that bright and beautiful shore. 
 
 I know they are waiting — 
 The loved ones are waiting 
 
 For me on that beautiful shore. 
 I long for to greet them, 
 With joy I shall meet them 
 
 On that bright and beautiful shore. 
 
 The Saviour will welcome, 
 "With smiles He will greet me 
 
 On that bright and beautiful shore. 
 The crown, He will give me. 
 So bright and so radiant, 
 
 To wear on that beautiful shore. 
 
 Forever we will praise Him 
 
 AVho died to redeem us, 
 To dwell on that beautiful shore. 
 
 With harps we will sing then, 
 
 In glad exultation. 
 On that bright and beautiful shore. 
 
 ^♦:*®«:-^ 
 
 NEAE THE CEOSS. 
 
 Oh! Strive to live so near the cross 
 The tendrils of His love shall twine 
 
 In garlands free from earthly dross; 
 Thy spirit then no more shall pine. 
 
 Thy soul will mount on eagle's wing, 
 And soar beyond the gloomy day 
 
 To that bright home where angels sing 
 The redeemed soul's transporting lay. 
 
 That wondrous cross on Calvary's hill, 
 Where Jesus' precious form was hung; 
 
 Jehovah's promise will then fulfill, 
 Bright hope's loud anthem shall be sung. 
 —26— 
 
Live near the cross, then, weary one, 
 
 Beneath its wide protecting arm; 
 The Father says His Mighty Son 
 
 Will forever quell the soul's alarm. 
 
 Oh! May we humbly bear the cross 
 Of life's sad woes, its grief and pain; 
 
 The earth will shine with verdant moss. 
 And flowers of love shall bloom again. 
 
 YOUTH'S FAIBY DEE AM. 
 
 Oh! cull the flowers, rich and gay, 
 
 That bloom along they pathway bright, 
 And twine a garland for the day. 
 
 Fair as the morning's fleeting light; 
 For youth is like a fairy dream 
 
 That lures us with its visions bright. 
 But passes like the flowing stream 
 
 Along the shore sparkling with light. 
 
 O'er chasm deep and pebbled way 
 
 Its laughing ripples murmur by; 
 With nature's voice it seems to say: 
 
 Sweet dreams of youth, has visions high. 
 Like music from a distant rill. 
 
 Hope offers us some fleeting joy. 
 Fair as the dazzling gems that fill 
 
 The mines of earth, free from alloy. 
 
 But as the stream goes wandering on, 
 
 The lonel}'' glade it soon will meet; 
 So youth must, as it glides along. 
 
 Life's sorrows, too, must surely greet; 
 But memory, with its potent power. 
 
 Will cheer the soul with jiast delight; 
 And like the birds, in gladsome hour. 
 
 Sing of the past, now lost to sight. 
 
 Oh! Youth, with all its hopes so bright, 
 
 Will lure us like the setting sun 
 To look for morning's dawn of light 
 
 To cheer us when life's journey's done; 
 Then, as time 's waves are rolling on. 
 
 May our frail boat go gliding by. 
 Youth, like the birds, will sing its song. 
 
 Soaring with wings of light on high. 
 —27— 
 
The amebic an elag. 
 
 The beautiful flag that I love, O! long may it wave o'er the 
 land, 
 For many have laid down their lives that its stars forever 
 may shine. 
 It's beacon of hope to the world, upheld by a chosen brave 
 band, 
 And its folds flutter out on the breeze, in triumph and 
 grandeur sublime. 
 
 Its colors bid sorrow to flee, to the far deep caverns below; 
 The speak to the soul of the joy that is centered in its 
 bright blue; 
 The white, it is purity's breath; the red, it will tell us 
 that blood it must flow, 
 To keep all its stars and stripes, in all of their beauty, o 'er 
 the .land of the true. 
 
 Float on, float on, forever float out on the winds, 
 
 Till all the earth is covered with thy light. 
 O! Glorious banner of the free, washed in the blood 
 
 Of millions of their cherished sons 
 Who loved thy stars and stripes, with all their colors bright. 
 
 They in the battle freely died that freedom might be won; 
 And in their dying breath bequeathed the victory to us. 
 
 O! Let us then forever bless our country and our C(yd. 
 
 THE SAFE EEFUGE. 
 
 Away from every sorrow free, 
 Kind Saviour, we may flee to Thee; 
 Thy loving hands ever open wide 
 To lead us through the chilling tide. 
 
 For life's broad stream is full of woe; 
 Our frail, weak bark needs Thee to row 
 Us safe beyond the breakers' roar. 
 We glide down to that happy shore 
 
 Where all is peace and perfect love 
 Amid the shining hosts above; 
 
 And seraphs sing the rapturous song — 
 
 Jesus, the Prince of Peace, was born 
 
 —28— 
 
To guide us to that blissful land 
 Where we may live with the angel band, 
 And hope to be a welcome guest, 
 In that bright home of infinite rest. 
 
 Beneath the shadow of that Rock 
 The loving Shepherd guides His flock, 
 A refuge sure from every storm, 
 Spring hopes and joys of blissful form. 
 
 From the riven clefts, while ages last, 
 All the bright germs of love grow fast; 
 Clinging to that vine on Calvary's hill, 
 Gives to our souls the refuge still. 
 
 DEPAFiTED FEIENDS. 
 
 One by one my friends have fallen, 
 Like the leaves at Autumn time; 
 
 Garnered in the courts of heaven, 
 Safe from frost by love divine. 
 
 But I hear their voices calling 
 Me with memory's magic power, 
 
 Telling my sad spirit's longing 
 For to wait the mystic hour 
 
 That shall bid my soul to greet them, 
 Far beyond tliis world of care; 
 
 And with sweetest songs shall sing then 
 With the hosts of glory there. 
 
 O! How bright the hope that cheers us, 
 Hallowed with the Saviour's smile, 
 
 As we feel his presence near us, 
 Gently leading all the while. 
 
 May we love to linger steadfast 
 By the gentle Saviour's side; 
 
 Life's thorny paths are safely passed, 
 If we in his love abide. 
 
 He will guide our weary footsteps 
 To that home of peace and love, 
 
 Where the loved are safely sheltered 
 In the shining courts above. 
 —29— 
 
SUN -SET GLOEIES. 
 
 In the glories of the setting sun, bright hope reveals 
 
 The vision to our longing eyes, 
 
 The wondrous glories that are hid beneath the splendor of thy 
 
 rays; 
 For if such beauty shines on earth, how wondrous bright 
 The effulgence of that radiant birth 
 That is to shine forever on, when setting suns no more Avill 
 
 come. 
 
 The setting sun leaves its hallowed light o'er hill and vale; 
 
 It tells of majesty divine, and bids the spirit look above 
 
 For beauty that will never fade; 
 
 Its golden tints, they lure the eye, and, with a long and 
 pensive sigh, 
 
 We wish the beautious scene would longer stay 
 
 To bless our vision, till we might fathom more of ihy myste- 
 rious way. 
 
 The setting sun it seems to speak from out its radiant gleams 
 
 Of that bright faraway, where saints and angels stay; 
 
 Where Jesus shines in wondrous light, 
 
 And all is joy and love, no darkness there; 
 
 And as the sun, it passes from our sight, 
 
 Its glories linger around; so will our closing life 
 
 In radiance glow, the pensive halo 
 
 Still will shine when we have passed away to endless day. 
 
 GOSPEL TIDINGS. 
 
 "How 'beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of Him that 
 hringeth good tidings." — Isa. 5S:7. 
 
 Send the Gospel Tidings 
 
 From the hillside to the seas; 
 Waft the wondrous word to nations 
 
 Out on the floating breeze. 
 
 The Christian women 's mission. 
 
 Distilling dew from heaven. 
 Shall reach its full fruition 
 
 In yon bright, distant haven 
 
 When the harvest shall be gathered. 
 
 In the glorious fields above, 
 And the mystery be fathomed 
 
 Of Jesus and His love. 
 —30— 
 
Then spread the Gospel Tidings 
 
 To earth's remotest bound, 
 Till our mission, all abiding, 
 
 Sheds peace and joy around. 
 
 V ANISEED JOYS. 
 
 The flowers, they bloom so bright and gay, 
 But they must wither in a day; 
 Still their perfume lingers round, 
 Wliile all their leaves fall to the ground. 
 
 The stars, they vanish from the sky. 
 Then morning makes the shadows fly. 
 The sunbeams from the light on high; 
 Reveal to us that God is nigh. 
 
 The birds, they sing in happy glee: 
 ' ' My heavenly Father cares for me. ' ' 
 Then what care T for winds or storms? 
 I'll trust and sing my happy song. 
 
 For life must perish as the flowers, 
 Like raindrops in the summer showers; 
 And vanish like the morning dew — 
 Sad griefs no more our pathway strew. 
 
 For well I know that life is brief. 
 And weary ones shall find relief 
 With memories of bright Ifalcyon days, 
 I'll trust and sing hopes joyous lays 
 
 'Till daylight dawns upon the hills, 
 And music flows from out the rills 
 Of waters sparkling with the light 
 Of endless day that knows no night. 
 
 Oh! then my heart, from sorrow free, 
 With hope and love will happy be;_ 
 While memory has the power to bring. 
 The vanished joys like bells will ring 
 
 With tones of mystic soothing power 
 To cheer away life's gloomy hour; 
 While visions of the past return. 
 From out of memory's golden urn. 
 —31— 
 
VISIONS OF GLOBY. 
 
 Oil! Blissful joy of hope and love 
 Which shines uj)on us from above, 
 When Jesus shows His smiling face 
 And fills our hearts with love and grace. 
 
 We then can brave the world's cold frown, 
 With hopes that we may win the crown; 
 No fears that ill shall e'er arise 
 To mar our travel to the skies. 
 
 For Jesus surely will redeem 
 Our souls from out the night's dark dream, 
 And gracious love and mercy show 
 For those who suffer life's dark woe. 
 
 Jesus has drunk the bitter cup, 
 
 But now He bids us freely sup 
 
 The sweetest joys religion brings, 
 
 While heaven with earth in rapture sings. 
 
 All glory to His precious name! 
 O! May I sing His endless fame 
 Throughout the earth forever more. 
 My life, my soul, must Thee adore. 
 
 THE LAMP OF LIFE. 
 
 In that bright land so far away. 
 
 Celestial light forever gleams. 
 And glows in radiance like the day, 
 
 Whose brightest sun cheers with its beam. 
 
 The sin-sick soul may seek the ray 
 
 That radiates from the Saviour's smile; 
 
 He calls the weary to that bright way, 
 And gives them rest and joy the while. 
 
 Oh! Precious light of Bethany's vale. 
 
 Which lures the heart from earth to heaven. 
 
 Where hope's bright stars shall never pale. 
 And all our sins shall be forgiven. 
 —32— 
 
(Jh! May we reach that blessed home 
 Whose crystal gates are open wide; 
 
 And brilliant stars light up the dome 
 To guide us to the Saviour's side. 
 
 Sin then no more shall have control, 
 With fetters strive to hold us fast; 
 
 That radiant light will guide the soul, 
 Cheered that our woes and griefs are past. 
 
 With ethereal light we then shall shine; 
 
 The hallowed rays will bless the earth; 
 We shall sing the song of love divine 
 
 That saved us by the Saviour's birth. 
 
 THE BIBBS' LESSON. 
 
 Listen to the sweet birds' lay 
 Singing, singing, all the day; 
 Sorrows they will never heed, 
 Joyful they pursue their way; 
 The sweetest notes are on the breeze 
 As they sing amidst the trees. 
 
 Birdie, birdie, birdie, sing; 
 Sing your happy song all day, 
 Teaching us to happy be. 
 Trusting in our Father's care. 
 
 Happy birds pray tell me now. 
 
 Singing, singing, whisper, how 
 
 Joyful I may ever be. 
 
 Though sorrow's folds fall o'er my brow; 
 
 Tell me how to sing all day 
 
 And drive dull care and grief away, 
 
 For I v>"0uld fain bid sorrow flee 
 Singing, singing, happy be; 
 And like the birds my weary soul 
 Joyful pants to carol free 
 Hope's sweetest song in plaintive note; 
 Oh! may it on the zephyrs float. 
 I, like the birds, will sing my lay. 
 Singing, singing, all the day; 
 No sorrow, e'er shall mar my path. 
 Joyful will pursue the way. 
 Trust my Heavenly Father's love. 
 Until I reach His courts above. 
 (3) —33— 
 
SABBATH BELLS. 
 
 Hark! The distant bells ring from the tower; 
 
 Their silvery chimes strike on the weary soul 
 Like music from a far celestial bower, 
 
 That tells us we may reach that blessed goal. 
 
 The bells peal forth their holy chimes 
 O'er hill and dale, o'er land and sea; 
 
 The youn^, the aged from every clime. 
 
 All haste, and in Thy house now bend the knee. 
 
 All hail! Sweet Sabbath bells 
 
 That speak to us the hour of praise; 
 
 That to our ears, sublimely tells. 
 Our prayers in unison to raise. 
 
 Dear holy bells of prayer and praise. 
 Oh! May my heart its homage ever pay. 
 
 And as their chimes the zephyrs raise. 
 They tell the dawn of a celestial day. 
 
 When all the ransomed hosts of earth and heaven, 
 
 Will list to bells of sweetest lay. 
 That calls from out the brightest heaven. 
 
 And points the soul the bright perennial way. 
 
 TEE DISTANT SAIL. 
 
 Out on the foamy billows wild 
 
 A distant ship is speeding on its way; 
 
 With sails unfurled it now doth swiftly glide; 
 It bears us a message of sweetest lay. 
 
 Ah! Now it draws close by the sandy shore; 
 
 Its captain shouts, ''We near the land!" 
 There may stand to welcome all whom they adore, 
 
 That are numbered with the crew, a happy band. 
 
 In joyous tones they ask us, will we take a sail 
 Within the cabin of that beauteous boat; 
 
 We shrink and fear the furies of the gale; 
 
 The pilot says the ship is staunch to safely float: 
 
 Out on the distant wave where breakers roar. 
 The ship will safely bear the timid soul 
 
 And land it safe while the tempests pour 
 
 Their furies, still we shall reach the desired goal — 
 
 —34— 
 
The destined port of peace and love; 
 
 No fears of winds or chilling floods; 
 Our souls are wafted on angel wings above, 
 
 And purified forever more in Jesus' blood. 
 
 The journey done, the billows safely passed, 
 
 We cast our anchor out to hold us fast, 
 That we may view the glories that surpass 
 
 The land that we have bid adieu at last. 
 
 Oh! wondrous message fair, that bade us leave 
 
 That dreary land where sorrow's thorns doth grow. 
 
 Oh! may our spirits now forever cleave 
 
 Unto the blessed land where joys forever flow. 
 
 Then let us sing an anthem to that distant sail 
 That bore our spirits o'er the fleecy foam 
 
 Oh life, with all its storms like hail 
 
 Descending on our path; w^e now no more will roam. 
 
 SUNSET ON THE EIVEB. 
 
 Light beyond the river, glorious and fair. 
 Guide me to the border of a field so rare. 
 Where the saints immortal sing their joyous lay, 
 Bright within the portal of that eternal day. 
 
 Images of beauty rise upon my soul. 
 With the brightest luster earth can e'er unfold, 
 Telling of the glory of Jehovah's power. 
 Gleaming in the darkness of the saddest hour. 
 
 Oh! 'Tis sweet at sunset, out upon the wave, 
 To feel that Jesus died our souls to save; 
 Guiding us to heaven, with the thoughts of love. 
 That His hand is o'er us, leading us above. 
 
 Where the friends that loved us, in this vale of tears, 
 Have dried their eyes of sorrows, and their hearts of fears. 
 In the fount of glory — Jesus' home above — 
 While faith in radiance lingers around our hearts with love. 
 
 Oh! May we reach the portal of joy and holy peace, 
 Where praise and sweetest anthems shall never, never cease; 
 Where friendship's holy mission, with all of those we love. 
 With brightest, full fruition will join our souls above. 
 
 —35— 
 
TUB SILENT NIGHT. 
 
 The evening shadows fall o'er Bethany's quiet vale, 
 
 And soon the silent night comes with repose; 
 All nature 's voice is hushed within the dale, 
 
 And night, its soothing balm of rest kindly destows. 
 
 But while all nature is wrapped in somber folds, 
 
 A plaintive voice in tones too sweet for earth, 
 Pleads for his Father's eyes now to behold, 
 
 Him ready to fulfill the mission of his birth. 
 
 And while the gentle head is bowed upon the breast, 
 
 With agonies too deep for mortal eyes. 
 The angel came with soothing balm of holy rest, 
 
 And with the Saviour's tears, He pours His pityig sighs. 
 
 And in Gethsemane's garden fair, the gentle Saviour prays 
 '^Father, remove this bitter cup, if possible, from me; 
 
 If not, then give me strength, to bear the cross that lays 
 Before my path, and may I bow my head in filial love to Thee. ' ' 
 
 Oh! If that holy one, when bowed by sorrow's load 
 
 Of sin and grief, He feels that he has need to seek his 
 Father's love, 
 To lift His drooping spirit up, that He might pay the debt 
 we owed, 
 So teach us, then, like Him to go and seek for wisdom 
 from alDOve. 
 
 And in the silent night, when all is still, 
 Bright stars are shedding forth their twin^kUng light, 
 
 O! then how sweet to seek our Father's will, 
 
 And ask for strength to help us cleanse our souls from 
 sin's dark night. 
 
 And when the silent night shall come at last. 
 
 When Jesus' voice will call our spirit from the earth. 
 
 Oh! may his mortal shell dissolve, and then be cast 
 
 In a more glorious form, and shine like him at our im- 
 mortal birth. 
 
 THE GEANITE STATE. 
 
 The bright Granite State, how proudly she rides 
 The fast rolling river, to the home of my pride. 
 With hope's banner waving so bright o'er my head. 
 Need I fear any sorrow or danger or dread? 
 
 —36— 
 
Bright Granite State, may thy letters of gold 
 Guide me to the haven that ne'er shall grow old, 
 Where the loved ones are waiting to greet me at home, 
 From which I shall never again wish to roam. 
 
 Beautiful voyage of visions so grand 
 That causes my spirit with praise to expand. 
 Oh! teach me the lesson of love to pursue. 
 That my life may be holy, blessed and true. 
 
 Then sorrow and sadness will cease to annoy. 
 With only the brightest of earth's choice alloy; 
 To the bright Granite State I wall ever give praise 
 And the pinions of hope on the standard wall raise. 
 
 ABIDING PEACE. 
 
 Come, O come, my blessed Saviour; 
 
 Walk with me life's troubled sea; 
 All my burdens shall be lightened, 
 
 Sin and sorrows flee. 
 Yes, I love, I love to linger 
 
 By thy gentle side; 
 Holy joy and peace surround me 
 
 When I still by Thee abide. 
 
 All along life's troubled pathway 
 
 Flowers, they wither one by one; 
 But thy loving smiles will cheer me 
 
 Till life's duty shall be done. 
 Then beyond this troubled river 
 
 Flow^ers shall bloom again more fair; 
 Then with joy we will praise the Giver 
 
 For buds of j)romise rich and rare. 
 
 They wall bloom and never wither; 
 
 Brightest hopes are centered there. 
 O, to reach that glorious mansion ! 
 
 Saints aud angels praise Him there. 
 Guide me by Thy gentle presence. 
 
 While the billow^s 'round me roll; 
 Faith grows weak, w^hile fears surround me — 
 
 Help me to reach Thy blessed fold. 
 —37— 
 
CELESTIAL JOYS. 
 
 Holy Spirit heavenly dove, 
 
 Shine in our waiting hearts with love; 
 
 Hope ever hold an abiding place, 
 
 And fill our souls with heavenly grace. 
 
 The sweetest joys earth can unfold, 
 May we with faith and praise behold; 
 Our joyful souls sweet incense bring. 
 And with the angels, sweetly sing. 
 
 For earthly joys, they soon decay. 
 Like bubbles on the streamlet play; 
 And fleeting time's resistless waves 
 Flow ever onward as we gaze. 
 
 Upon the beauteous things of earth 
 
 That sparkle round our homes and hearth. 
 
 The flowers, they bloom, but soon they fall. 
 
 And sadly we look back on all. 
 
 Then let our spirits soar away 
 To that bright realm of perfect day, 
 Where angels praise their glorious King, 
 With rapture's song forever sing. 
 
 Hope ever lead our spirits on 
 Till we the loved in heaven join; 
 Then faith will yield to us the crown; 
 Life's cares forever cease to frown. 
 
 Celestial joy and holy peace, 
 With songs that never more will cease, 
 Arise within our souls' deep fount. 
 As on the wings of hope we mound, 
 
 And soar away to endless day, 
 Where crystal streams forever play; 
 Ajound the throne majestic light 
 
 In holy joy dispels the night. 
 
 TEE BIVEB OF LIFE. 
 
 Faith's radiant finger points to Jesus 
 
 As the bright and guiding star 
 That will guide us to the river, 
 
 Crystal stream of life afar. 
 —38— 
 
Flowing around the throne of glory, 
 
 In the realms of endless light, 
 Where the angels sing the story 
 
 Jesus' love dispelled the night 
 That in darkness held its power, 
 
 Filled the soul with wild dismay; 
 Till the Saviour, like the shower. 
 
 Washed our sins and grief away. 
 May we ever, Star of Bethany, 
 
 Gaze upon thy steady ray, 
 Till our bark will reach the haven 
 
 Of the bright Immortal day. 
 And the waves forever flowing 
 
 Around the bright, perennial shore; 
 Flowers of love forever growing, 
 
 Cheer our souls forever more. 
 
 Jesus' love, like precious water. 
 
 Clears the dark spots from our lives; 
 
 Bids us drink, and never falter; 
 He the cup gladly supplies. 
 
 Kiver of life, so freely offered. 
 
 Faith will guide us to thy wave; 
 And Hope's beacon, gladly proffered, 
 
 Casts a halo on the grave. 
 
 THE PEEFECT WAY. 
 
 Teach me, teach me, the perfect way. 
 That I may never go astray; 
 Then will my earthly vision see 
 The light of glory shine on me. 
 Then will my hungering soul be fed. 
 My feet in paths of peace be led; 
 And, guided hy the holy power. 
 The light will shine in darkest hour. 
 
 Oh! wilt Thou come. Saviour divine? 
 Dwell in this heart forever thine; 
 Lead me by faith, that I pursue 
 The perfect way, so bright and true. 
 
 Oh! joyful will my spirit fly 
 Beyond the bright stars in the sky. 
 To dwell with ransomed ones above 
 In mansions of infinite love. 
 —39— 
 
STAE OF BETHLEHEM. 
 
 Jesus, lead me out the darkness, 
 
 To the light that shines afar; 
 For my footsteps grope in sadness 
 
 Till I see Thy guiding star. 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 Lead me to the open portal, 
 
 Where the loved in heaven join — 
 
 To that blissful home immortal; 
 Jesus' love shall be the song. 
 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 Oh! what rapture in the promise; 
 
 Blissful thoughts and joys arise. 
 As the radiance falls around us 
 
 Of that wonder in the skies — 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 Let the holy light surround me. 
 Lead my wandering footsteps on, 
 
 Till I Thy glorious face shall see. 
 With angels sing the redeeming — 
 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 When my heart grows weak and wear}^, 
 Come to me with open hand; 
 
 For sometimes the night is dreary, 
 Longing for that blissful land. 
 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 A\'hen I hear the rushing water 
 Of the Jordan 's swelling tide. 
 
 Then my spirit shall not falter 
 If I in Thy love abide. 
 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 Then when storms are ever ended. 
 No dark clouds shall e'er arise; 
 Like the 'rainbow's light still blended, 
 
 Far beyond the distant skies. 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead mv spirit on. 
 —40— 
 
Jesus then, Thou King of Glory, 
 
 Unto me will give the prize. 
 Oh! with Him to sing love's story; 
 
 Then I shall be satisfied. 
 Star of Bethlehem, Star of Bethlehem, 
 Ever lead my spirit on. 
 
 LIGET IN DARKNESS. 
 
 Holy Father, ever guide me, 
 Till I reach that blessed shore: 
 
 May the sorrows that betide me 
 
 riee like clouds when storms are o'er. 
 
 Ah! my spirit sad, desponding, 
 By the wayside droops and falls; 
 
 Till I, in Thy love confiding, 
 
 Listening, hear Thy voice that calls: 
 
 Come to me, thou broken hearted, 
 
 I can heal the sore distressed; 
 Earthly joys of life departed, 
 
 Flee to me for peace and rest. 
 
 Precious, like the balm of Gilead, 
 Jesus' love, sweet solace brings; 
 
 Chases away shadows and dread, 
 And bids us to sweet memory cling. 
 
 Oh! Jesus, lift me out the darkness; 
 
 Lead me to that Eock on high. 
 Where I can hide me in the crevice 
 
 While all the storms of life go by. 
 
 Come and linger still beside me, 
 Let me feel Thy presence near; 
 
 Bidding life's troubled billows flee. 
 Then I no more shall doubt and fear. 
 
 For there is magic in Thy voice; 
 
 Naught else can soothe the heart to rest; 
 Thou bidst the anguished soul rejoice 
 
 With brightest hopes supremely blest. 
 
 Then my pathway will be brightened; 
 
 AVith hope's torch I'll reach the goal 
 That on Calvary's hill has lightened 
 
 Every mariner on life's shoal. 
 —41— 
 
5 ) 
 
 TRUST IN GOD. 
 
 [n the whispering of the leaflets, 
 Rustling with the sighing breeze, 
 
 Echoing like the distant warbling 
 
 Of the birds amidst the trees, 
 Hear it say. Oh! hear it say — 
 
 ''Trust in God, trust Him for aye." 
 
 From the rippling, flowing streamlet, 
 As it winds on pebbled way. 
 
 From the rocky glens and caverns 
 To the light of brilliant day. 
 
 Hear it say. Oh! hear it say — 
 
 ' ' Trust in God, trust Him for aye. ' ' 
 
 From the roaring of the ocean. 
 As the storm it wildly raves; 
 
 Oh! it bids the soul to trust Him 
 Who the wildest waves can stay. 
 
 Hear it say. Oh! hear it say — 
 
 ''Trust in God, trust Him for aye 
 
 In the twilight peaceful hour, 
 While the evening shadows fall. 
 
 And the somber robe of midnight 
 Reveals the stars of brilliant light, 
 
 In their twinkling, hear them say — 
 "Trust in God, trust Him for aye." 
 
 In the morning's beauteous dawning. 
 Rolling misty shades away; 
 
 Then the sun breaks forth in glory, 
 Showing majesty divine. 
 
 From its beams, Oh! hear it say — 
 "Trust in God, trust Him for aye." 
 
 And the birds in sweetest carol. 
 As they flit from spray to spray; 
 
 Oh! their happy tones so thrilling, 
 To my soul they seem to say — 
 
 Hear them sing, hear them sing — 
 ' ' Trust in God, trust Him for aye. ' 
 
 And from out the dying whisper 
 Of the Christian going home, 
 
 Oh! the blissful thought in dying 
 Is, on God my trust is stayed. 
 
 Hear the whisper, hear the whisper — 
 ' ' Trust in God, trust Him for aye. ' ' 
 —42— 
 
Oh! may I, when life is closing, 
 
 And the streams of Jordan roll 
 Around my earthly form that's passing 
 
 To that bright and blissful home, 
 May my whispering voice then say — 
 
 ' ' Trust in God, trust Him for aye. ' ' 
 
 I LOVE TEE STABS. 
 
 I love the stars. They speak to me of spirits bright 
 That shine around God's wondrous throne; 
 They have left this gloomy vale of tears, 
 
 And shine forever bright. 
 Oh! have you never felt the soothing power 
 Of one of those bright gems of night. 
 When all around is dark and drear? 
 
 I love the stars, I love the stars. 
 
 ± have felt their magic power to cheer my spirit sad, 
 When sorrow o'er me has thrown its darkest robe; 
 And they have bid my soul be glad 
 
 In the eternal God. 
 Oh! it is not for human eye to fathom out the wondrous works 
 
 of God, 
 But ofttimes I look at the sky begemmed with stars. 
 And wonder if some spirit bright 
 Is shedding forth its effulgence on my soul and bidding it be glad. 
 
 I love the stars, I love the stars. 
 
 At evening's twilight hour, when all is lulled to rest, 
 
 And peaceful quiet reigns on hill and vale. 
 
 How sweet the thoughts that rise within the breast — 
 
 That those bright, twinkling stars 
 Their vigils keep around our bed 
 While we have closed our eyes in peaceful rest; 
 And we can truly feel that He who guides their course 
 Will surely keep our souls from Satan's power, 
 
 I love the stars, I love the stars. 
 Ofttimes the pensive thought steals o 'er me. 
 As I watch the lovely stars, like diamonds bright. 
 
 Peep from the misty sky 
 And challenge man to count their numbers vast. 
 Far as the eye can reach within the depths 
 Of that mysterious vault, the starry sky, 
 They twinkle on; and, as they twinkle, seem to say: 
 Oh! you can never count our number vast; 
 None but our Father's eye can ever number us. 
 
 I love the stars, I love the stars. 
 —43— 
 
PASSING STOEMS. 
 
 The storms of life are passing by, 
 As the moments swiftly fly. 
 List thou to the breakers' roar, 
 As the billows round pour. 
 Bidding mariners beware — 
 Of the treacherous shoals have care; 
 As the wildest tempests blow, 
 Jehovah's might and goodness know. 
 
 He can guide the mariner safe 
 O'er the billows' dangerous reef; 
 Bids the wildest waves be still. 
 And our hearts with rapture thrill. 
 If we heed his gentle voice, 
 We can ever more rejoice; 
 O! then, let us seek his grace. 
 Flee to that safe hiding place. 
 
 While the winds and tempests blow, 
 Kivers around us wildly flow, 
 Jesus can walk the placid waves, 
 And He the doubting spirit saves; 
 With, ''Peace, be still," we fear no storm; 
 Our boat may ride the billow's foam; 
 The light that shines from out the cloud 
 We hail with praises long and loud. 
 
 Then heed thou not the distant roar 
 That falls upon our listening ear; 
 The storm clouds gathering o'er our heads 
 The fainting soul no longer dreads, 
 While hope's bright bow of promise blends, 
 iVnd love's sweet message gladly sends; 
 Look up from earth to that bright haven. 
 The Lord of love and life hath given. 
 
 Let us, with joy, gladlj^ respond; 
 No more with doubt and fear despond; 
 Chase all earth's sorrows from our brow, 
 Let peace and gladness dwell there now; 
 Bright as the glistening raindrops fall, 
 And sighing winds around us call. 
 The moment's fly, the storms are over. 
 And sun's bright clouds around us hover, 
 
 —44— 
 
We sought for shelter when our bark 
 Was drifting on the billows dark; 
 A voice came from the silver cloud: 
 O! look thou from the chast'ning rod. 
 The brightest gleams of sunset gold, 
 And pleasant paths with verdure clothed, 
 And mercy, smiling, leads thee home, 
 And thou no more shall seek to roam. 
 
 COMING, LORD, TO TREE. 
 
 I am coming, Lord, to Thee; 
 Yes, I am coming, Lord, to Thee, 
 Where I lay my burden down 
 With bright hopes to wear the crown. 
 
 Yes, I am coming. Lord, to Thee; 
 Coming, coming, Lord, to Thee, 
 When my ransomed soul is free. 
 
 I am coming, Lord, to Thee; 
 Yes, I am coming. Lord, to Thee. 
 Trials then shall all be o'er. 
 When I reach that blissful shore. 
 
 Yes, I am coming. Lord, to Thee; 
 Coming, coming, Lord, to Thee, 
 There to sing Thy praise with glee. 
 
 I am coming. Lord, to Thee; 
 Yes, I am coming. Lord, to Thee, 
 Praising with the angelic throng, 
 Jesus ' love to be the song. 
 
 Yes, I am coming, Lord, to Thee; 
 Coming, coming, Lord, to Thee, 
 And my soul shall rest with Thee. 
 
 I am coming, Lord, to Thee; 
 Yes, I am coming. Lord, to Thee, 
 Wlien I rise on wings of love 
 To the mansions bright above. 
 
 Yes, I am coming, Lord, to Thee; 
 Coming, coming, Lord, to Thee, 
 Then to sing redeeming love. 
 —45— 
 
TWILIGHT THOUGHTS. 
 
 How sweet when daylight closes, 
 
 And evening stars appear, 
 To feel Thy magic presence, 
 
 And heaven seems very near. 
 The flowers have closed their petals, 
 
 Their fragrance fills the air; 
 The dewdrops, how they glisten 
 
 In every floweret fair! 
 
 The birds have sought their shelter 
 
 Upon the treetop's bough; 
 They heed not storms nor tempest, 
 
 Or winds low passing bow; 
 They snugly wait the dawning 
 
 Of morn's fair misty light, 
 Then joyous sing and warble, 
 
 And praise Him for the night. 
 
 Then let us, like all nature. 
 
 Forever praise His name; 
 Jehovah's might and power 
 
 Our feeble voice proclaim. 
 And tell the one grand story 
 
 Of wondrous love for men, 
 Who, from the courts of glory, 
 
 His mighty Son did send. 
 
 The breezes catch the anthem, 
 
 And waft the song afar; 
 And o'er the distant hilltops 
 
 Shall shine the brilliant star 
 That shone upon the Magi, 
 
 For they had waited long 
 To hear the joyful message — 
 
 The Prince of Peace is born. 
 
 Oh! praise Him for His goodness, 
 
 That out the night's dark gloom 
 There comes a light of radiance. 
 
 With all its brilliant loom. 
 That shows to us the glory 
 
 Of heaven's delightful home, 
 Where all the loved are sheltered 
 
 In God's majestic dome. 
 
 —46— 
 
Then let us wait the morning, 
 
 While darkness gathers near; 
 We will watch the misty dawning 
 
 For daylight to appear; 
 We will greet the host that is waiting 
 
 On the other lovely shore, 
 For now the day is breaking — 
 
 We shall sing forever more. 
 
 With angels gathering homeward. 
 
 We will join like birds in glee, 
 While out the distant twilight 
 
 With faith Thy love shall see. 
 The Lord has risen upon us. 
 
 The dayspring from afar, 
 And now the open portal 
 
 Majestic stands ajar. 
 
 The morning light, it dawns at last — 
 
 Eejoice, the Lord of life is here; 
 Hope yields the crown to our glad eyes; 
 
 And now the sky is bright and clear. 
 With holy joy and blissful song, 
 
 The harp strings tremble with delight. 
 While sweetest notes the sound prolong — 
 
 Immortal day dawns on our sight. 
 
 IN MEMOBIAM. 
 
 The Saviour came and called thee from us, 
 Thou dearly loved friend, the purest and best; 
 Sorrow and sadness forever are gone. 
 Thy cross is laid down, the crown it is won. 
 
 Now thou dost dwell in the land of the just; 
 Brightness and glory shall spring from thy dust; 
 The seeds that thou cast on the wayside of life^ 
 Shall be gathered in beauty in the harvest of light. 
 
 May we follow thy footsteps of mercy and love. 
 Till we meet thee in glory, in mansions above; 
 Faith in Jesus will guide us the way to pursue. 
 And flowers of holiness on our way He will strew. 
 
 —47— 
 
CALVARY'S STREAM. 
 
 From Calvary's distant hillside 
 
 Flows a streamlet ever bright; 
 Meandering through the ages, 
 
 It clears away the night 
 That long had rested o'er us 
 
 In dismal shades of blight; 
 But now the healing waters 
 
 Are sparkling in our sight. 
 
 Its waves flow steady onward; 
 
 They know no night nor storm; 
 But all is bliss and beauty 
 
 As they go rippling on 
 O'er rocks and dismal caverns; 
 
 We listen to the song 
 The murmuring winds are wafting, 
 
 Its sweetest notes prolong. 
 
 Come, all you heavy laden, 
 
 Burdened with sin and care; 
 Oh! rest beside the fountain, 
 
 And never more despair; 
 For Jesus' blood, like water, 
 
 On Calvary's hillside fair, 
 Flowed forth like crystal dewdrops 
 
 To nourish flowerets rare. 
 
 So, joys that are immortal 
 
 Shall bloom along the way 
 Where flows the healing waters 
 
 To pure and peaceful day. 
 Then listen to the murmur 
 
 The stream doth ever play — 
 Come, rest beneath the shadow 
 
 That falls from out the spray. 
 
 For, doMm the hill of Zion 
 
 The stream shall wander on. 
 Its sparkling drops, like sunbeams. 
 
 Inspiring joyful songs; 
 And all the hosts of glory. 
 
 With angel voices join, 
 Telling of the crj^stal streamlet — 
 
 Its waves will bear you on. 
 —48— 
 
And you shall reach the haven, 
 
 Where sorrow ne'er shall come; 
 Safe on the streamlet's bosom, 
 
 Floating to that heavenly home; 
 Trusting to the placid waters 
 
 To flow forever on. 
 Far out beyond the billows 
 
 Of life's tempestuous bourne. 
 
 LOVE'S STAEEY NIGHT. 
 
 I have a story to tell you, my darling, !o-night. 
 
 Oh! come then and stroll in the soft, j)ensive light 
 
 Of the bright moon so lovely, as it shines o'er the way; 
 
 I must tell ydu I love you, fair hope of the day. 
 
 The bright stars are shining, like diamonds so bright, 
 
 O! I cherish you ever like stars' holy light; 
 
 List while I sing you my sweet, plaintive lay, 
 
 And the stars as they sparkle will keep what I say. 
 
 Oh! what is our life if love it must fly? 
 If love's choicest flowers must bloom and then die? 
 And earth's fairest blessings they fall to the ground, 
 While sorrow and sadness are scattered around? 
 
 Then list to my story: I'll speak of the joy 
 
 Of love; if it's cherished it never will cloy; 
 
 The heart's richest treasures they ever must bring 
 
 Bright liopes to our bosoms, to them we will cling. 
 
 For, ah! it is dreary, when love must depart; 
 The pearly drops glisten in our eyes while they start 
 From well-springs that are hid from all eyes but our God; 
 We will cherish our loves that lie under the sod. 
 
 ' Ah! love, it is holy, its springs are revealed; 
 The voices of Nature speak from the green field; 
 Love's glories and beauties they are ever unfurled, 
 Let us reap from the harvest bright sheaves of the world. 
 
 For the sheaves will be garnered in mansions above, 
 And Jesus will twine them with cords of His love; 
 The harp strings will tremble with joy in our hands. 
 As we sing the sweet anthem, we are saved by love's bands. 
 (4) — 49— 
 
TRE MORNING HOVE. 
 
 The glorious light in misty blue peeps o'er the hill, 
 And now proclaims that night's last hour is past; 
 
 In triumphant tones the day-god shouts upon the earth the will 
 Of Him who rules the universe, and says the glorious day has 
 dawned at last. 
 
 In darkest night the Saviour passed down into the tomb; 
 
 No ray of light to cheer the weeping friends who mourn 
 The Gentle One who died; they seek the spot in gloom 
 
 That holds the Genfte One, but, ah! the grave can never hold 
 that lovely form. 
 
 Death there must yeld his mighty power; 
 
 The day-springs now in light must break u})on the world; 
 Jehovah bids the Son of Bighteousness to shower 
 
 His glorious rays upon the earth, and now the banner of the 
 cross must be unfurled. 
 
 Ah! after night's dark gloom, how glad we hail the day 
 
 That brings us light and hope; and we may carol notes 
 Like the birds that joyous sing in the glorious light their haj^py 
 lay; 
 Oh, Wondrous Prince of Peace, may the sunbeams of Thy love 
 our peace promote! 
 
 Oh! is there aught on earth who loveth not the morning hour? 
 And hope springs in the heart when Aurora's light gleams o'er 
 the hills; 
 Oh! let us then improve the hour that now is given within our 
 power, 
 So when the evening comes apace we may gladly to our Father 
 say, * ' We strived to do Thy will ! " 
 
 We then will hear the welcome words, "Well done, thou good 
 and faithful one, 
 Thy talents thou hast well im})roved in all the days thou 
 hast passed; " 
 And now the glorious light of an immortal morn, without a 
 setting sun, 
 Shall rise from out the clouds to greet the wondering eyes 
 with joys that last. 
 
No clouds shall then obscure the brilliant tinted sky, the 
 azure light shall float around; 
 Thy peaceful life shall never know a care; Jesus, the Prince 
 of Peace, shall wipe all tears away, 
 While on His gentle breast we lay our weary heads away from 
 every sound 
 That e'er shall mar the peaceful rest of an immortal day. 
 
 Oh! glorious morning hour that then shall dawn upon our souls, 
 after the voyage is past; 
 The boatman lays his oars aside, the billows they are calnij 
 Lulled by the soothing voice of Jesus' blessed words, tne 
 anchor you shall cast. 
 Into a harbor of eternal rest the glorious morn shall yield 
 the Immortal j)alm. 
 
 LINES TO A FBIEND 
 On her wedding day. 
 
 Propitious stars upon thee shine, 
 
 To guide thy bark on life's broad stream; 
 
 Hope's flowers of beauty ne'er decline, 
 Amid the joys of love's bright dream. 
 
 So may thy boat glide gently on 
 
 Time's rolling waves, to that bright shore, 
 
 Where we will join in sacred song 
 With all the loved that we adore. 
 
 May thy souls in unison be blest 
 
 With hope 's unfading, lustrous beam, 
 
 Till thou shalt reach the promised rest 
 In groves of love 's perennial green. 
 
 Lightly may time sit on thy brow; 
 
 No sorrows frown on thine or thee; 
 But like the hopes that cheer thee now 
 
 The fruition of thy love shall be. 
 
 Bright as on thy bridal day, 
 May love with holy joy forever bless thy lives 
 Till time shall take thee to thy 
 Eternal home. 
 
 —51— 
 
THINK OF ME. 
 
 Think of me in the morning, 
 
 When everything is bright, 
 As the sun shines from the clouds, 
 
 Shedding forth its light, 
 Giving joy and gladness 
 
 To the things of earth, 
 Speaking forth the goodness 
 
 Of Jehovah's worth. 
 
 Think of me as the brooklet 
 
 Goes winding through the vale. 
 Its laughing waves, they ripple by 
 
 The lone and silent dale; 
 They sparkle in the sunbeams. 
 
 Telling, God is good. 
 ^'O! you must truly love Him," 
 
 Sings the brook in the silent wood. 
 
 Think of me as the flowers 
 
 Bloom all gay and bright; 
 They never think of sadness, 
 
 Though they are doomed to blight; 
 Their beauty shines forever 
 
 In our visions with delight. 
 And though they fall and wither. 
 
 We seek them as the light. 
 
 Think of me as the rainbow 
 
 Spans the dome of heaven; 
 The glories of its blended hues 
 
 Point out the one true haven. 
 Seek for the joys that wait you. 
 
 When the voyage it is o'er. 
 For, as the bow of promise, 
 
 God's covenant is sure. 
 
 Think of me in the twilight, 
 
 As the stars shine in the sky, 
 And in their twinkling beauty 
 
 Tell tnat glory it is nigh; 
 They twinkle in the azure clouds, 
 
 As night comes on apace. 
 And in their countless numbers 
 
 Eeveal God's wondrous grace. 
 
 —52— 
 
Think not of me in sadness; 
 
 I love not doubt, nor gloom; 
 I know of joys and gladness, 
 
 AYith their eternal bloom; 
 For Jesus' holy spirit 
 
 Shines in my soul with light, 
 Then why should T be weary, 
 
 Or ever dread the night? 
 
 Think of me bright in heaven, 
 
 When passed from earth away, 
 Sparkling, as stars at evening 
 
 Shed forth their brilliant ray; 
 The halo of that radiant gleam 
 
 Shine round my loved ones ever; 
 The guardian angel of their path 
 
 Will guide their souls forever. 
 
 HOPE'S FLEETING JOYS. 
 
 Hope comes like the fairy flowers, 
 Bedecked with morning dews; 
 
 The storms they rudely send the showers, 
 And on our pathway strews 
 
 The leaves, fragrant with hope's perfume, 
 And bids us gather in the joy 
 
 Which fairies weave into the loom 
 
 Of life's bright thread, with gold alloy. 
 
 But, like a bubble in the air. 
 
 Its dazzling rays are fleeting past; 
 
 And we awake to find, though fair, 
 Its colors bright they will not last. 
 
 Hope, like the blushing rose so bright, 
 We to our bosoms gently clasp. 
 
 And feel the thrill of sweet delight 
 
 That we its beauteous form may grasp. 
 
 But, ah! its leaves they soon must fall. 
 Like hope's delusive joys must fade; 
 
 And we look sadly back on all 
 
 Our brightest hopes, earth's joys decay. 
 
 But still hope's fairy wand will hold 
 Bright visions to our waiting eyes. 
 
 And bids us look above, behold 
 Hope 's fruition beyond the skies. 
 
 —53— 
 
LIFE'S BATTLE. 
 
 We have a battle to fight, 
 
 A conquest to win, 
 To triumph o 'er Satan 
 
 And sorrow and sin; 
 With Hope for a breastplate, 
 
 Our Faith for a shield, 
 And zeal for the armor. 
 
 Our weapons we wield. 
 
 Satan rallies his host 
 
 To frighten the soul; 
 His strongholds are deep, 
 
 He seeks to despoil; 
 With arts of deception 
 
 He tempts us to fall. 
 And throws his black robes 
 
 Around like a pall. 
 
 O! let us be watchful. 
 
 His arts to discern; 
 Though trials doth press us, 
 
 Our feet they must turn 
 And follow our Captain, 
 
 To win the bright crown, 
 For the foes they are lurking 
 
 In ambush around. 
 
 The march may be weary. 
 
 O'er mountains and wilds; 
 But kind is our Captain, 
 
 And gently He guides; 
 We must pass through the forest. 
 
 With thorns at our feet. 
 But the honors and glories 
 
 Will give Him that is meet. 
 
 To the leader that has brought us 
 
 Through the battles so fierce. 
 We will shout forth His praises 
 
 In tones that will pierce 
 The high court of heaven; 
 
 And angels will sing, 
 All glory and honor 
 
 To Him doth yoii owe. 
 For the victor}^ is won, 
 
 You have conquered the foe. 
 —54— 
 
The Lord is our Captain; 
 
 His power will withstand 
 All the foes that beset ns 
 
 Along the broad land; 
 For His power is so glorious 
 
 It forever subdues, 
 And with Jesus to lead us 
 
 We never can lose. 
 
 ■^<*®<-^ 
 
 - PEACE, BE STILL. 
 
 The night is dark, no stars appear, 
 
 T can not find the way; 
 
 My bark is drifting on the shoals, 
 
 My soul is filled with fear. 
 
 But hark! upon the sighing breeze 
 
 I hear a gentle voice; 
 
 That voice it, comes from Galilee, 
 
 And whispers, ''Peace, be still." 
 
 I fain would listen to that voice; 
 
 It lulls my heart to rest. 
 
 And now the billows around me flow. 
 
 Upon their peaceful course; 
 
 From out the distant sighing breeze 
 
 There speaks a mighty voice; 
 
 That voice it comes from Galilee, 
 
 And whispers, "Peace, be still." 
 
 And though the billows may be high, 
 
 A calm will surely come. 
 
 If trusting, leaning on His arm, 
 
 We feel His presence nigh. 
 
 Then list! upon the sighing breeze, 
 
 I hear the Saviour's voice; 
 
 That voice it comes from Galilee, 
 
 And whispers, ' ' Peace, be still. ' ' 
 
 I am the Way, the Truth, the Life; 
 
 I will guide you safely home; 
 
 The stars appear, the clouds are gone 
 
 In peaceful shades of light. 
 
 A voice floats from the sighing breeze, 
 
 Oh! ye of little faith; 
 
 That voice it comes from Galilee, 
 
 And whispers, ''Peace, be still." 
 
TRE GATES A JAB. 
 
 Softly now the stars are gleaming, 
 Shedding luster o'er the hills; 
 
 Quickly now the day is dawning, 
 Hope and joy our bosom thrills. 
 
 Oh! 'tis sweet to hear the singing 
 Of the birds in gladsome glee; 
 
 On tjie breeze their songs are ringing — 
 Like the birds, Oh! happy be. 
 
 Singing, then, in joyful voices, 
 Zion's light we soon shall see; 
 
 And the weary soul rejoices, 
 For the shadows now must flee. 
 
 And the rifting clouds are shining. 
 Glorious in the coming morn. 
 
 Bidding us to cease repining. 
 For He in beauty will adorn 
 
 A\'ith His bright and magic power, 
 All the humble souls that wait, 
 
 Trusting, if the dark clouds lower, 
 He will stand beside the gate. 
 
 And behind the shining portal, 
 With the host of angels there, 
 
 Holding crowns that are immortal. 
 Gems of beauty, bright and rare. 
 
 Gats Ajar, with wondrous beauty, 
 Greet our eyes when morning iImwus; 
 
 We shall find the path of du^y 
 Ever leads to joyful songs. 
 
 And the brightest perfumed flowers, 
 Hallowed by the Saviour's smile. 
 
 Fall like crystal drops from showers 
 On our pathway all the wiiile. 
 
 Oh! then let us haste to cherish 
 All life's duties, joy and pain; 
 
 For we know that, trusting Jesus, 
 We the crown of life saall gain. 
 
 —56— 
 
Shining gates are standing opon, 
 
 We can see the light afai\ 
 And the words our Lord has spoken — 
 
 We shall find the gates ajar 
 
 To that mansion I have pro iiiood, 
 
 To the land beyond the st.us, 
 Shining gates, with gems nil garni slicd; 
 
 Jesus' death hath broke the bars. 
 
 WHAT IS LIFE? 
 
 Oh! What is life? It is like a river passing by; 
 
 Sometimes the waves are smooth and bright, 
 As quick they glide along the shore, while joys are nigh, 
 
 And the bright, placid waves sparkle with light. 
 
 But, ah! the storms, they come; the winds, they blow, 
 And now the rolling waves are high and wild; 
 
 The frightened pilot strives to steer the craft, for He doth 
 know 
 That life is far too dear to lose and tries to stem the tide. 
 
 And when the harbor it is gained, He casts the anchor deep. 
 That it may hold the vessel fast until the storms are past; 
 
 But while the storm is passing by we still will sigh and weep, 
 But soon the tears will cease to flow, for the rifting clouds 
 speak hope at last. 
 
 And as our lives they swiftly pass, fast as the rolling wave, 
 And soon, perhaj)s, they will reach the shore, which lies be- 
 yond 
 The vision of our mortal eyes. O! teach our souls to pray. 
 That Jesus He will guide our course — then we will not de- 
 spond. 
 
 For, though the billows may be rough, our boat 
 
 Will not be wrecked if we will trust our Pilot's love, 
 For He has passed the dangerous paths through the dark, 
 dreary moat. 
 And now He freely tells us that He will guide our souls 
 above. 
 
 Oh, what a glorious offer! Then may we love Him dear. 
 And listen to His gentle voice that on our ears descend; 
 
 For He will ne'er forsake the soul that holds Him ever near. 
 And on His gracious love and care the storms of life depend. 
 
 —57— 
 
LIFE'S DREAMS. 
 
 Listen to the murmuring water 
 
 Of the distant wandering stream, 
 As it flows o'er rocks in nature, 
 
 Whispers life is like a dream; 
 For the moments fly still onward. 
 
 Bringing with them joy or pain. 
 Like the waves go wandering forward 
 
 Over rocky hills and plain. 
 
 Pausing not for grief nor gladness. 
 
 Flowing on their winding way, 
 Bearing dreams of beauty for us 
 
 As the morn precedes the day; 
 But ofttimes its waves are darkened. 
 
 As the sunlight shadows iilay, 
 But the streamlet flows still onward, 
 
 Eippling on in night or day. 
 
 Oh! why should our spirits falter, 
 
 As the rocky shores are passed? 
 Soon will come the sunbeams proffer — 
 
 List thou to the streamlet's voice. 
 As its laughing, rippling music 
 
 Gently falls upon thy ear — 
 Happiness in life, pursue it, 
 
 For our Father still is near. 
 
 He will lift the darkest shadow, 
 
 Bidding light and joy break forth, 
 While rocky glens and valleys low 
 
 Sweetly sing, ''He will mercy show." 
 Guiding streamlets on their course. 
 
 Bidding storms and sunbeams fall, 
 In life's dreams ye shall rejoice — 
 
 Go onward, then, still praising all. 
 
 The goodness of Tlis mighty power 
 
 Speaks from the caverns wild and drear; 
 And as the clouds they darkly lower, 
 
 The whispering winds tell He is near; 
 The echo from the distant rills 
 
 Tells of the bright and sunny da^'s. 
 While dreams so bright our bosom thrills-. 
 
 Around our heart sweet memory plays. 
 
Telling of the joys and gladness, 
 
 Of the happy days of yore; 
 Dreams of life are lost in sadness, 
 
 Like the streamlet's distant roar. 
 Oh! then, list thou to the voices, 
 
 Singing one long sweet refrain, 
 And our inmost soul rejoices 
 
 Over memory's distant plain. 
 
 THE GUIDING STAB. 
 
 Jesus, guide our weary footsteps. 
 For we need Thy steadfast help, 
 As along the rugged pathway 
 The dark clouds obscure the day, 
 Till the star of faith shall rise, 
 Eevealing to our eyes the prize. 
 Guiding Star of earth to heaven. 
 Home of bliss to mortals given. 
 
 With its fair, bright lustrous skies, 
 Where no clouds shall e'er arise. 
 But in one bright eternal day 
 Chase the shades of night away; 
 Singing with the host in glory, 
 Telling of the same old story — 
 Jesus' love our ransom sealed. 
 Kadiant light faith has revealed 
 
 To our longing, waiting eyes, 
 -Blissful joys beyond the skies; 
 Evermore our spirits cheer. 
 If the Lord of light be near; 
 For the way of Life Thou art. 
 Drawing out the sinful dart 
 That pierced our hearts with bitter woe. 
 Till we Thy love and mercy know. 
 
 Then ever guide our wayward feet. 
 Till we shall Thee in rapture greet. 
 And holy grace and wisdom know; 
 Like Bethlehem's Star's effulgent glow 
 It lures the heart from earth to heaven. 
 Where all our sins shall be forgiven. 
 With faith we wait the eternal dawning 
 Of that bright celestial morning. 
 
 —59— 
 
ALL LS WELL. 
 
 Oh, could we see the silver lining 
 In all the darkened clouds of life, 
 
 Our spirits then would cease repining; 
 
 We would banish then our fears and strife 
 
 And gladly whisper — all is well; 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 For nature holds its cup of gladness, 
 
 And brightens all our paths with flowers. 
 
 Then let us banish all our sadness. 
 And bathe our souls in April showers, 
 
 While singing sweetly — all is well; 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 For, as the storms of life blow o'er us. 
 And darkened clouds around us fling 
 
 Their somber robes — no light to cheer us 
 Until we to the Saviour cling 
 
 And softly murmur — all is well; 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 So when the storms are wildly blowing. 
 And in our souls wild fears arise, 
 
 Oh! see, the distant light is glowing, 
 And beauty beams forth from the sky. 
 
 Peaceful we sing then — all is well; 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 So, like the dew to morning flowers 
 Refreshes all their beauteous light, 
 
 Hope gently proffers summer showers. 
 And cheers our souls with visions bright. 
 
 Perpetually singing — all is well; 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 For Jesus, like an elder brother, 
 
 Will clear the path of life from thorns; 
 
 The soul will never find another 
 Like Him to gently lead us on, 
 
 And whispers peace — for all is well; 
 Y^es, all is well. 
 
 For He who guides the sparrow's flight 
 
 Will temper all the winds of life 
 That rudely blow in dismal night, 
 
 Till we shall see the morning light, 
 Rejoicing then — for all is well; 
 Y''es, all is well. 
 
 —60— 
 
Then as the sunbeams lightly throw 
 
 Their glittering gleams in colors briglit, 
 And to our eyes bright visions glow; 
 
 Perennial joys that glad our sight, 
 ^Vith nature praising— all is well; 
 
 Yes, all is well. 
 Then Oh! while life and memory last, 
 
 Let us cull the flowers of brightest hue, 
 And look away from sorrow's past; 
 
 Our tears will sparkle like the dew, . 
 
 And! like the chime of distant bells, comes the refrain- 
 
 Yes, all is well. 
 
 LOVE'S FLOWEBS. 
 
 Love is a tender floweret fair. 
 
 Oh! nourish it upon thy breast 
 
 With warm and tender care. 
 
 For it will wither in an hour 
 
 When by the chilling wind 'tis pressed. 
 
 Love is like the blushing rose, 
 
 And to its eyes it offers all its gorgeous leaves. 
 
 With perfume sweet the choice rich flower 
 
 In beauty glows. 
 
 And to its form our memory cleaves. 
 
 Then, while we still possess the flowers, 
 
 Let us cherish it with smiling grace; 
 
 Oh! water all its petals with the teardrop showers. 
 
 For tears of joy will bring 
 
 New beauties to its face. 
 
 But soon, alas! all flowers must fade; , . ^ • „ 
 
 AlTjoYS are fleeting, and pass away on time's fast wmg; 
 But^if the rose lies withered now, when we have 
 Laid its form within the casket bright, 
 Its fading leaves some joy will bring. 
 For the holv perfume still remains. 
 We still may hold it in our breast; 
 
 For all the 'fairest flowers of life 
 
 Are withered roses at the best. 
 
 The chosen seed we may transplant 
 
 To bloom again in Immortal life. 
 
 —61— 
 
PASSING AWAY. 
 
 The days go passing by, and, as they go, 
 
 So all things pass away; 
 The flowers, they bloom so bright and fair and glad our eyes, 
 Then pass away; and, as they fade. 
 They seem to say — passing away, 
 Passing away. 
 
 The streamlet, as it winds meandering through the vale, 
 
 And ripples on its pebbly way. 
 It says, in murmurs low: 
 
 Oh! I have come from out the hills, and now am 
 Passing swift away; j^ou can not bid me stay — 
 Passing away. 
 
 Oh! ofttimes in our lives we have listened 
 To the strains of music's stirring tones 
 Which thrilled our souls with deep delight. 
 And we in transport roam in Elysian fields; but then 
 It dies away in distant tones; they seem to say — 
 Passing away. 
 
 The lovely dawn, it comes in misty blue, 
 
 And ushers in the day; and, O! how glad we meet 
 Its pensive light, which bursts upon our sight 
 When by some loved one's bed we slowly pass the night. 
 And they in the pale light have passed away. 
 Teaching us the lesson sad — 
 Passing away. 
 
 The noontime comes, and with it rest awhile 
 
 For tired sons of toil; but, O! the hour, it ii^^^ses by, 
 And they again resume their sturdy toil; 
 But slowly pass the hours by which bring 
 Them sweet relief in night's repose; so all 
 The liours of pain or joy they pass away — 
 Passing away. 
 
 The sunset, with its brilliant hues of golden-tinted sky. 
 It speaks in voiceless tones — the day is passing by; 
 O! have you well improved the time while I was nigh? 
 If not, I am gone forever from thy sight, and pass away — 
 Passing- away. 
 
 —62— 
 
And so all pleasures, griefs and cares, 
 They pass away; and all the things of earthly time 
 And sense. Nothing remains for us to grasp 
 But God's own precious word; the truths therein 
 Contained shall never pass away, but shall 
 Endure beyond the tomb, where we shall never say- 
 Passing away, passing away. 
 
 LIGHT BEYOND THE RIVEE. 
 
 Still in the gloom, yet hoping still and praying 
 That God will guide the way to that bright haven 
 Where peace and light forever more are glowing. 
 And streams of love shall never cease their flowing; 
 Hope beckons on to brightest, blissful bowers, 
 While faith she strews the way with fairest flowers, 
 That points to that l)right home that is immortal, 
 And opens wide the gate within the shining portal. 
 
 Then visions of celestial light our eyes behold; 
 No darkened clouds our spirit then enfold; 
 But all is bright, and love eternal joys; 
 Beyond earth's fairest dreams, no fear annoys. 
 Oh! blissful thought, that o'er our spirits steals, 
 And to our waking sense in love appeals, 
 That Jesus walked awhile this dreary earth,^ 
 That we might share with Him immortal birth. 
 
 Then let our spirits soar beyond the gloom 
 Of earth's dark night and sin's most dismal gloom. 
 And in triumphant songs forever praise His name. 
 To earth's weary pilgrims His precious love proclaim. 
 Oh! let the loud'hosannas ascend the brightest dome, 
 While in the darkened shadows our spirits no more roam; 
 But patient wait, and, trusting in all the hours of gloom. 
 Then Jesus' light and glory our spirits shall illume. 
 
 Oh! may our hopes grow brighter with every passing hour, 
 And every scene grow lighter with every opening flower; 
 Then with one grand hosanna we'll join our loved ones there, 
 No darkened clouds between us, but all is bright and fair; 
 The crossing of the river no more we fear and dread, 
 For Christ, the trusty pilot. His light around us shed; 
 So, safe across the billows, our spirits join the throng. 
 And sing the hallelujahs, redeeming love the song. 
 
 —63— 
 
TEE FLO WEBS' FETE. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Tiger Lily they thought they would give 
 
 A fine open fete on the lawn, 
 So they sent out their cards to all in sweet May, 
 
 And told their dear friends to come at the dawn. 
 
 The cards they were sent in forms very neat; 
 
 Mrs. Lily said, '^We will represent nature's sweet smile. 
 And tell all our friends to dress gay and sweet, 
 
 And we will dance and feel happy the while." 
 
 For, ah! there is no pleasure when arrayed in false pride; 
 
 Joy seeks not the spot that is centered in style; 
 It comes to the humble, and sweetly will glide 
 
 To the cot in the valley, where no scorn will revile. 
 
 So the flowers they were pleased at a prospect so fair, 
 And sent their acceptance of a favor so grand; 
 
 They met in a conclave, and said they would wear 
 
 The robe that their Father gave them from the land. 
 
 Sweet Violet peeps forth in blue, the color so pure; 
 
 The Rose will wear the colors that suit the choicest desire; 
 Sweet Daisies and Pinks think white and pink will allure 
 
 The eyes of the proudest and gay to riches they never aspire. 
 
 So now while the dew is still on the flowers. 
 
 Like treasure it shines with brilliance and light. 
 
 They say, let us haste and partake of the showers 
 
 As they pour from the well-spring o.f beautiful night. 
 
 Fresh, fairy and bright on the zephyrs we'll float, 
 To offer our greetings to the fair hostess so bright; 
 
 Our host will be dressed in his bright spotted coat, 
 With sweetest of smiles greets us all with delight . 
 
 ''Select partners," he cried, ''for the dance will begin, 
 The brooks they are murmuring sweet notes in the vale. ' ' 
 
 Mr. Bluebell he hastes to Miss Pansy's side her favor to win, 
 And whispers sweet words in her ear as th^y waltz in the 
 dale. 
 
 While they now take a rest, the low zephyrs play the tyolian 
 harp; 
 Amid chatter and laugh the sweet nectar it posses around; 
 The ivy and smilax is festooned 'round the bark 
 
 Of the old forest trees, as they rise from the ground, 
 
 —64— 
 
But all pleasures must close, our festive joy it must end; 
 
 The day will soon come, the sun it will wither our forms; 
 So now, the last dance, then we must haste for to teud 
 
 Our steps to our homes, where fresh duties ever are horn. 
 
 Oh, who will ever forget that sweet dance on the iawr! 
 
 For we flowers have our secrets, like all things liid from 
 sight; 
 Bright hope's sweetest pleasures, joy comes at the dav/n. 
 Oh! I tell you it was jolly that fete on the lawn in the 
 moon's pale light. 
 
 AUEOBA'S LIGHT. 
 
 Aurora peeps forth from the misty dews of night; 
 Her azure folds of lovely blue, 
 They float around her fairy form. 
 And as they flutter, whisper in the pale starlight, 
 ''Now I have come; forget the night," 
 Sweet, lovely dawn. 
 
 Aurora breaks the gloom of night from nature's face; 
 She in a fairy voice bids darkness flee. 
 From out the woods the birds' sweet notes 
 In rapture fill our hearts; and at her fairy voice 
 The earth it ever will rejoice — 
 Sweet, lovely dawn. 
 
 Aurora's light shines o'er the flowing streams; 
 The dancing rills go rippling o 'er their rocky way 
 In sparkling light; they seem to say, 
 ''Oh! we will happy be; we'll dance and sing all day. 
 And so pursue the pleasant way." 
 Sweet, lovely dawn. 
 
 Then let us, like the sparkling stream, 
 
 Enjoy Aurora's fairy power; and in her lovely hours of dawn. 
 
 When all is still, bright and serene, 
 
 We look across the hills of life to see the dawn of Immortal 
 
 Light, 
 We will chase all shadows of gloom away, 
 No longer with us can they stay — 
 Sweet, lovely dawn. 
 (5) -65- 
 
CHRISTIAN JUBILEE CONVENTION. 
 
 "I tvas glad ulien they said unto me, Let us go into the house 
 of the Lord." 
 
 "Our feet shall stand ivithin Thy gates, Jerusalem. Whither 
 the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord, unto the testimony of 
 Israel, to give thanlcs unto the name of the Lord." — Psa. 122:1-4: 
 
 All hail! the blessed, happy time, 
 When Christians meet from every clime; 
 With pennants bright, radiant with joy, 
 We in unison our songs employ. 
 
 The world for Christ shall be our plea; 
 To the cross of Calvary sinners flee; 
 Jehovah reigns. His will be done. 
 All conquering through His Princely Son. 
 
 The Prince of Peace and Eighteousness, 
 Who came the sinful world to bless. 
 What offerings will we yield to Him 
 Who redeemed us from our guilt and sin? 
 
 Oh! freely give the love of loyal hearts, 
 With the inspiring hope that all we can impart. 
 Be it of jeweled wealth, from richest mine, 
 Is not to be compared to love of Thine. 
 
 We will bind the sheaves of golden grain 
 Of fifty years' toiling, not in vain; 
 This Jubilee sounds forth the reward 
 In trumpet tones, the sweet accord. 
 
 The songs of victorious work well done. 
 While some that toiled the crown have won; 
 The memory of those loved ones gone 
 Inspires our hearts to work still on. 
 
 O'er the wide world His name shall be known 
 When the seeds of Salvation broadcast shall be sown; 
 The isles shall awake from their slumbers and sing, 
 ' ' Glory to God in the highest, and Jesus our King. ' ' 
 
 We will lay down the golden sheaves at His feet, 
 And hail the glad summons our Saviour to greet; 
 We'll crown Him with flowers that never shall fade. 
 With the heart's true devotion the debt shall be paid. 
 
 —66— 
 
With a glad Jubilee in tlie mansions of light, _ 
 We will all meet in glory, where there never is night; 
 Jesus will greet us, the glad hosts we'll join, 
 With harps we shall sing, ''Hallelujah'' the song. 
 Written September 17, 1899. 
 
 MEBBY, MEEEY WE. 
 
 The sparkling waves go dancing by, 
 And in their laughing ripples sing, 
 "Merry, merry we."^ 
 Ah! we will never heave a sigh. 
 
 For the sun, if bright, will ever bring 
 The sweetest joy; so, merry be. 
 
 The little birds soar to the sky, 
 And in the fleecy clouds they sing, 
 ' ' Merry, merry we. ' ' 
 We will fly above the earth on high; 
 In heaven the brightest hopes may cling, 
 No cares annoy; so, merry be. 
 
 The opening flowers, so bright and sweet, 
 In beauteous forms they seem to sing, 
 ''Merry, merry we." 
 To our Father, God, all praise is meet, 
 And we will all our fragrance bring 
 You to enjoy; so, merry be. 
 
 The happy children's voices go floating by; 
 In joyous tones they sing their song, 
 "Merry, merry we." 
 We have no cares, joys they are nigh; 
 The hours that pass so swift along 
 
 We will employ; so, merry be. 
 
 The beauteous stars, they shine so bright, 
 And in their twinkling light forever say, 
 ' ' Merry, merry we. ' ' 
 Well may we love the starry night; 
 
 The stars will ever sing the joyous lay, 
 * "Merry, merry we." 
 
 So what care I if earth holds sorrow. 
 The happy souls may sing their song, 
 "Merry, merry we." 
 For well we know the Saviour's love 
 
 To us is given; He will take care of us to-morrow, 
 All griefs alloy; so, merry be. 
 —67— 
 
LIFE'S CUVCIBL'E. 
 
 Float on, float on, my soul, float on, 
 
 Till life's rippling waves shall cease to flow, 
 
 And I in triumph reach the bourne; 
 
 Heaven's vision bright then shall unfold. 
 
 Then, conquering over earth's dark woes. 
 My soul in blissful pleasures bask. 
 
 The glorious dawn of morning throws 
 Its lustrous beams on sorrow's past. 
 
 The cruel darts my foes would hurl 
 
 Fall off my soul like drops of dew, . 
 And I in rapture gaze on pearls 
 
 That Jesus on my pathway strews; 
 Then on the waves of life I float. 
 
 Securely trust my Pilot's power; 
 Hope's brightest banner o'er my boat 
 
 Waves on and lights the darkest hour. 
 
 Ah! then my eyes shall cease to weep; 
 
 No longer down my cheeks shall flow 
 The bitter tears that sorrow steep, 
 
 For angel faces round me glow 
 With radiance, like the stars that shine, 
 
 And bid me to the music list 
 That tells me, Jesus is divine. 
 
 And he looks down through sorrow's mist. 
 
 He all the tears of life shall gather. 
 
 Like diamonds from the hidden mine; 
 Their beauteous rays of light shall sever 
 
 The links of woe, they dazzling shine. 
 Oh! then, my soul, cease thou repining. 
 
 Forever sing the songs divine; 
 And as the gold must need refining 
 
 Life's Crucible my soul refine. 
 
 Triumphant, then, with songs I'll praise 
 
 My blest Redeemer's steadfast love; 
 He ever shows his smiling face, 
 
 Eevealing glory from above. 
 Oh! mighty host of earth and heaven, 
 
 With harps they sing His love will show; 
 And when I reach that glorious haven, 
 
 My starry crown will radiant glow. 
 —68— 
 
THE RISEN LOBD. 
 
 Hail, blessed morn of light and love, 
 
 When Jesus' Father says, ''Arise!" and lo! He steps forth 
 from the tomb. 
 The angels waft their wings and leave their courts above 
 To gaze upon that cherished spot that held life's richest 
 boon. 
 
 And in the holy light of early dawn 
 
 He walks the chosen path, and meets His gentle friend; 
 IHs sweet, kind voice, it speaks the name of ''Mary" o'er the 
 lawn. 
 The winds they echo loud the thrilling sound, ' ' Go tell them 
 I am risen; the tomb I rend." 
 
 The glorious anthem rings out on the breeze; 
 
 The air it vibrates with the gentle voice of the risen Lord, 
 and, as it floats, 
 The passing zephyrs peal the chime through Heaven's dome 
 His praise. 
 On earth the birds they catch the grand refrain, and sing 
 their sweetest notes. 
 
 The earth will ever yield its choicest, fairest flowers 
 
 To twine the garlands fair, in honor of IHs name, through- 
 out the endless years, 
 
 All nature must proclaim the grandest theme in mortal bowers — 
 That as our spirits weep and sigh Jesus appears. 
 
 Ah! as He walked in sorrow's darkest paths on earth, 
 
 When even His chosen friends they sleep; while anguish 
 rends 
 His gentle breast it quivers with the woes that bear His spirit 
 down 
 Even from His birth; but now His Father lifts His gentle 
 head and unto Him the ^ngel sends. 
 
 And so, when life is dark with woes and sin, 
 
 Our Heavenly Father, who loved us so well 
 He gave His only Son to die, a ransom that must win our souls; 
 
 Oh! He will guide our spirits to the skies when to the earth 
 we say farewell. 
 
 Then we will ever reign with Him, 
 
 Our Risen Lord, 
 And in triumphant tones we'll sing, 
 
 "All glory to His name!" 
 —69— 
 
A VOICE FBOM A DISTANT SHOEE. 
 
 Yes, my darling, I am coming; 
 
 I can hear thy voice afar, 
 Speaking to my spirit sighing: 
 
 ''Look thou up beyond the star 
 That will shine along thy pathway, 
 
 Leading thee in darkest gloom; 
 Wait with patience for the day 
 
 That will dawn upon thee soon. 
 
 "Mamma, I will guide thee homeward; 
 
 With thy weakness, lean on me; 
 For I am passing with thee onward 
 
 Till thou the bright blest home shall see; 
 Gaze thou out in distant twilight, 
 
 Look upward to the brilliant star 
 That radiant shines in gloom of night, 
 
 Eevealing joys earth cannot mar. 
 
 ''Oh! then, lift thy drooping spirit; 
 
 List thou to my gentle voice, 
 For my spirit, like the floweret, 
 
 Sheds its fragrance 'round; rejoice 
 For the leaves unfolding brighter, 
 
 Gathering sweetness every hour; 
 All thy burdens will be lighter. 
 
 If thou trust God's mighty power. 
 
 "Dearest mamma, I'll be with you; 
 
 Fear thou not the lowering storms. 
 For thy earthly daj^s are few. 
 
 Gliding on their fleeting borne. 
 Joyful wait the blissful morning 
 
 That shall break upon thy sight; 
 I will meet thee in the dawning 
 
 Of a day that knows no night. 
 
 "Etta's spirit hovers around you, 
 
 Trust thou to my spirit-voice. 
 Whispering joyful hopes renew, 
 
 And patient bear thy earthly cross. 
 For Jesus lifts the darkest shadow 
 
 That around thy life is cast; 
 Mount thou, then, the golden ladder. 
 
 Bliss and joy to find at last." 
 
 —70— 
 
ANGEL VOICES. 
 
 Heavenly Father, O guide, uphold me; 
 
 Keep me through the hours of pain; 
 Bright in visions may I behold Thee, 
 
 Till I the eternal home shall gain. 
 
 Dearest angels, hover around me, 
 Singing songs of joyous strain, 
 
 Bidding darkened shadows flee 
 Till I shall join the glad refrain. 
 
 Precious loved ones, o'er the river. 
 Guide the boat from distant shores; 
 
 AYhile the heartstrings sigh and quiver 
 We must leave the scenes of yore. 
 
 As the boat, it .glides, still onward- 
 List thou to its dripping oars; 
 
 Silvery waves, they bear it forward; 
 Glad we wait the happy hours 
 
 That will come, the voyage over. 
 We our loved ones meet again; 
 
 And the skies shall never lower,^ 
 Bringing sorrow, grief and pain. 
 
 Lo! the echo of their voices 
 
 Sounds from out the distant shore; 
 
 And my heart with them rejoices— 
 Faith bids us the Lord adore. 
 
 Garnered, sheltered safe in heaven, 
 Glittering sheaves of golden grain; 
 
 While from out the distant haven 
 Floats the blessed, sweet refrain. 
 
 As the sighing zephyrs waft it 
 To our waiting, weary ears, 
 
 May we catch the blessed key note 
 As the heavenly shore appears. 
 
 Standing ajar the shining portal, 
 
 Loved ones waiting with their harps, 
 
 Bid us join the tones so joyful — 
 Friends will meet, no more to part. 
 —71— 
 
LOVE'S WAITING. 
 
 I am waiting and watching for thee, love, 
 
 To come o'er the far distant way; 
 But long dost thou tarry and stay, love, 
 
 And my heart it is lonely to-day. 
 And my heart it is lonely to-day, love, 
 
 Oh! my heart it is lonely to-day; 
 But long dost thou tarry and stay, love, 
 
 And my heart it is lonely to-day. 
 
 But oft when I think not of thee, love. 
 
 Thou appear like a star from afar; 
 And in rajjture I gaze on thy form, love. 
 
 And my transport, O! nothing can mar. 
 And my transport, O! nothing can mar, love. 
 
 And my transport, O! nothing can mar; 
 And in rapture I gaze on thy form, love. 
 
 And my transport, O! nothing can mar. 
 
 Oh! would that we never would part, love. 
 
 That with thee I ever could stay; 
 I would chase all the care from thy brow, love, 
 
 AN'itli words that are tender and gay. 
 With words that are tender and gay, love, 
 
 AVith words that are tender and gay; 
 I would chase all the care from thy brow, love. 
 
 With words that are tender and gay. 
 
 Your eyes are like diamonds so bright, love. 
 They lignt as they gaze in my face, 
 
 Speak forth the deep joy of thy life, love, 
 O! thy love in thy blush I can trace. 
 
 O! thy love in thy blush I can trace, love; 
 
 O! thy love in thy blush I can trace, love; 
 
 Speak forth the deep joy of thy life, love, 
 O! thy love in thy blush I can trace. 
 
 Thy voice it is like the sweet song, love, 
 
 Of birds in the far distant grove; 
 One word from thy lips makes my heart, love, 
 
 Leap bounding like waves as they rove. 
 Leap bounding like waves as they rove, love, 
 
 Leap bounding like waves as they rove; 
 One word from thy lips makes my heart, love, 
 
 Leap bounding like waves as they rove, 
 
 —72— 
 
O! come thou and tarry with me, love, 
 
 Our joy then shall ever endure; 
 I will soothe all thy sorrows and care, love. 
 
 With balm from the fountain of love. 
 With balm from the fountain of love, 
 
 With balm from the fountain of love; 
 I wnll soothe all thy sorrows and care, love, 
 
 With balm from the fountain of love. 
 
 NATUEE'S VOICE. 
 
 Oh! Nature's voice is on the breeze, 
 It speaks aloud from all the trees 
 And tells of an Almighty power. 
 From every leaf and every flower. 
 
 And in the rustling wind's wild tones 
 It tells the crumbling of earth's thrones, 
 And warns our spirits to recline 
 On Him who is majesty divine. 
 
 From out the rocks in deserts wild 
 Comes the refrain, ''We are nature's child; 
 And on the seas, amid ocean's roar, 
 The one great Father we adore. 
 
 Nature, it speaks to our glad eyes 
 From out the sunset's glorious skies, 
 And tells our spirits wisdom seek. 
 Then we will all His praises speak. 
 
 Oh! I would ever love to stray — 
 List to the notes that nature play 
 When raindrops water all the flowers, 
 Would bathe my soul in perennial showers. 
 
 With sighing winds scatter my fears. 
 And wipe away the falling tears; 
 Mount on the eagle 's wings with joy, 
 And Nature's praise my soul employ. 
 
 Ah! may I, like the clinging vine. 
 Around the oak its tendrils twine, 
 Grasping the precious word of truth — 
 It will hold in age and blooming youth. 
 
 And, while the circling ages roll. 
 Will forever hold steadfast the soul; 
 When storm's arise in winter's blast, 
 Nature's deep truths shall forever last. 
 
 -73— 
 
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 Abiding Peace 07 
 
 All Is Well ■ gQ 
 
 American Flag, The . . . . 28 
 
 Angel Voices " ' ' y^ 
 
 Aurora 's Light .... . 65 
 
 Beautiful Shore, The 26 
 
 Birds ' Lesson, The 33 
 
 Calvary 's Stream 48 
 
 Celestial Joys 38 
 
 Cheer Up 24 
 
 Childhood Hours 13 
 
 Christmas Anthem 14 
 
 Christmas Chimes 14 
 
 Christian Jubilee Convention 66 
 
 Coming, Lord, to Thee 45 
 
 Departed Friends 29 
 
 Distant Sail, The . 34 
 
 Easter Bells 21 
 
 Flowers ' Fete, The 64 
 
 Gates Ajar, The 56 
 
 Gliding Down the Stream 22 
 
 (Jospel Tidings 30 
 
 Granite State, The 36 
 
 Guiding Star, The 59 
 
 Heavenlv Road, The 10 
 
 Holy Spirit 's Power, The 24 
 
 Hope 's Fleeting Joys 53 
 
 Hope 's Glittering Ray 15 
 
 —77— 
 
I Love the Stars 43 
 
 In Memoriam -^ 
 
 In Memoriam "* ' 
 
 King of Glory, The 18 
 
 Lamp of Life, The 32 
 
 Life 's Battle 54 
 
 Life 's Crucible 68 
 
 Life 's Dreams '^8 
 
 Life's Setting Sun 20 
 
 Light Beyond the Eiver 63 
 
 Light in Darkness 18 
 
 Light in Darkness 41 
 
 Lines for an Album 11 
 
 Lines to a Friend 51 
 
 Lo, I Am with You Alway 20 
 
 Love 's Flowers 61 
 
 Love 's Mission 12 
 
 Love 's Starry Night 49 
 
 Love 's Waiting 72 
 
 Meet Me There 9 
 
 Merry, Merry We 67 
 
 Memory 's Chimes 9 
 
 Morning Hour, The 50 
 
 Nature 's Voice 73 
 
 JN ear the Cross 26 
 
 Passing Away fj2 
 
 Passing Storms *...,.,,..,.,.. . . . , . . . . , 44 
 
 Path of Peace ^ ' 22 
 
 Peace, Be Still 55 
 
 Perfect Way, The . ... ..^ ^ ............... . 39 
 
 Pleasant Days . '. ................ 10 
 
 Power of Love, The 8 
 
 Radiant Gleam, The 17 
 
 Risen Lord, The 69 
 
 Rivers of Life, The 38 
 
 Sabbath Bells 34 
 
 Safe Refuge, The 28 
 
 Silent Night, The 36 
 
 Soul 's Refrain, The 7 
 
 —78— 
 
Spirit 's Flight, The 16 
 
 Spring 's Eeturn, The 19 
 
 Star of Bethlehem 40 
 
 Story of the Cross, The 12 
 
 Sunrise on the Eiver 23 
 
 Sunset Glories 30 
 
 Sunset on the Eiver 85 
 
 Think of Me 52 
 
 Trust in God 42 
 
 Twilight Thoughts 46 
 
 Vanished Joys 31 
 
 "Vision of Glory 32 
 
 Voice from a Distant Shore, A. .^ 70 
 
 Vvhat Is Life? 67 
 
 Working for Jesus 16 
 
 Youth 's Fairy Dream 27 
 
 Zion 's Light 25 
 
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