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 Copyrighted, 1915 
 By MRS. AGNES SMITH 
 
 THE CRELLER PRESS 
 Printers and Publishers— San Diego, California 
 
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 SEP 301915 
 
FOREWORD. 
 
 The writer of these poems, Mrs. Agnes 
 Smith, was born in Scotland, came to this 
 country thirty years ago, six of which have 
 been spent in San Diego, and, owing to illness 
 in childhood, received a very meagre educa- 
 tion. She is now in her 53rd year and had 
 composed no poetry until her 51st year. 
 
 It is the wish of the writer that some hearts 
 may be touched and drawn nearer to the 
 Saviour through these poems. 
 
Poems 
 
 GETHSEMANE. 
 
 Gethsemane, Gethsemane. 
 The Saviour of this world knew thee, 
 He sweat great drops of blood for me, 
 In the Garden of Gethsemane. 
 
 His twelve disciples with him went 
 But He selected only three, 
 To watch with Him for one short hour. 
 But sleep o'ercome their mortal power. 
 
 One of the twelve a traitor was. 
 He hated Christ without a cause. 
 'Twas then He plead for him and me, 
 In the Garden of Gethsemane. 
 
 Gethsemane, I love thee well, 
 'Twas there He suffered much for me. 
 E'en Satan tried at that late hour 
 To wrest from Him his saving power. 
 
 But Jesus saw me standing there, 
 A creature lost in great despair. 
 He drank the cup for you and me. 
 And followed on to Calvary. 
 
 O Calvary, O Calvary, 
 It was my sins that nailed Him there. 
 He paid the debt and set me free; 
 He gave me hope and not despair. 
 
 He broke the fetters of the tomb. 
 He conquered sin and then the grave, 
 Shall I not give my heart to Him, 
 To me, eternal life He gave. 
 
Poems 
 
 CHRIST TASTED DEATH FOR 
 
 EVERY MAN. 
 
 For God so loved the world — 
 And that means you and me — 
 That He gave His precious son 
 To die on Calvary. 
 
 Did He forsake the cross, 
 The cross He bore for me. 
 Will I, then, trample in the dust, 
 The Blood of Calvary? 
 
 No, with my latest breath, 
 I'll sing His praises still. 
 And, with His help, obey 
 And do His holy will. 
 
 For us He died on Calvary, 
 
 Our needy souls to save. 
 
 But soon we'll sing the triumph song 
 
 Of victory o'er the grave. 
 
Poems 
 
 CHRIST SEEKING THE LOST. 
 
 That man of Calvary, 
 
 Who is he? 
 The Saviour of this w^orld 
 
 From sin, He'll set us free. 
 
 With garments dyed in blood, 
 Behold He cometh forth, 
 
 With outstretched arms 
 To seek and save the lost. 
 
 Lost, I was, and wandered far 
 
 x\lone. and sin beguiled. 
 But Jesus sought and found me, 
 
 And owned me for His child. 
 
 I know the Saviour loves me. 
 
 And if I do my part. 
 He'll recreate and cleanse me 
 
 And purify my heart. 
 
 And when He comes to earth again, 
 To gather home His own, 
 
 I'll rise with Him to glory 
 
 And sing, O Home, Sweet Home. 
 
Poems 
 
 THE ANGEL BAND. 
 
 And when we see the angel band 
 
 Descending from on high 
 And our dear Lord upon the clouds 
 
 As King, He will draw nigh. 
 
 No more the Babe of Bethlehem, He 
 
 As in a manger lay. 
 To rest and sleep on Alary's arm 
 
 Where oxen ate their hay. 
 
 No more the man of Galilee, 
 As with weary steps He trod, 
 
 To heal the sick of pain and woe 
 And teach the word of God. 
 
 No more at Lazarus' grave He'll stand 
 
 But with triumphant shout. 
 He'll wake all those, who loved Him here, 
 
 And served Hmi without doubt. 
 
 No more with five small wheaten loaves, 
 
 The faint and weary feed, 
 As with compassion He did then, 
 
 To help their daily need. 
 
 But when we go with Him on high, 
 
 A table will be there. 
 And we shall be His guests that day, 
 
 And all His glory share. 
 
 So let us work till Jesus comes. 
 And love Him more and more. 
 
 And we shall rest upon His breast. 
 With all our troubles o'er. 
 
Poems 
 
 UNITED LOVE TO CHRIST. 
 
 Are we a people waiting 
 
 For the coming of the Lord? 
 
 Do we believe the testimony 
 Which is the two-edged sword? 
 
 Do we believe the Holy word, 
 
 And live it day by day? 
 Do we let the faith of Jesus 
 
 In our hearts have full sway? 
 
 Or are we like Thy people, Lord, 
 
 That wandered far of old 
 And turned their hearts away from Thee 
 
 And sought a God of Gold? 
 
 No, no, kind Heavenly Father, 
 We will closer draw to Thee, 
 
 Let every one within Thy fold 
 In love united be. 
 
 You knoAv, dear Heavenly Father, 
 
 The sacrifice is great. 
 But Thou hast often told us 
 
 The way to Thee is straight. 
 
 So we'll all be one like Daniel, 
 And stand before our King, 
 
 With hearts in love united. 
 Our voices raised to sing. 
 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 
 Upon the crystal sea, 
 We'll reign with Thee, dear Saviour 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
10 Poems 
 
 RENDERING GOOD FOR EVIL. 
 
 For, if we've done a kindness, 
 
 To a sister, or a brother, 
 And for it, we've been criticized. 
 
 Should we trample one another? 
 
 We'll hie us to the throne of grace, 
 And love them more and more, 
 
 And pray for them much oftener 
 Than we've ever done before. 
 
 He that steals our money. 
 
 Has taken only trash. 
 But he that steals our good name 
 
 Has taken all we hath. 
 
 If our names are in the Book of Life, 
 What need have we to care. 
 
 If they stand the test of judgment. 
 It's such trials brine: us there. 
 
Poems 11 
 
 CONSECRATION. 
 
 Help us dear Father from this hour, 
 
 To turn anew to Thee ; 
 And consecrate our hearts and lives 
 
 And ever faithful be. 
 
 We know if we are faithful here, 
 
 You never will forget, 
 But will return and take us home, 
 
 Where sin can never fret. 
 
 We'll lay these weary bodies down. 
 And rest in peace with Thee : 
 
 Within that home Thou hast prepared 
 And dwell eternally. 
 
 The tree of life, we'll there behold 
 
 The crystal stream of God, 
 And with the saints, we'll shout and sing 
 
 Forever with the Lord. 
 
12 Poems 
 
 THE MIND OF JESUS. 
 
 "Let the same mind be found in you that was also 
 found in Christ." 
 
 If we have the mind of Jesus, 
 
 Then our hearts will be filled with 
 love. 
 
 For our brother or our sister, 
 Who has never lived His word. 
 
 We won't have time to criticize 
 
 Or trample one another, 
 Our time will all be taken up 
 
 With our weary, way-worn brother. 
 
 We will tell the gospel story, 
 
 In a cellar or a hut, 
 In a palace or a cottage 
 
 We will ask them to look up. 
 
 To the meek and lowly Jesus, 
 
 Who died to set them free. 
 Who shed His precious blood for them 
 
 On the Cross of Calvary. 
 
 If they will only listen, 
 
 And obey His blessed commands 
 That when He comes. He'll take them 
 home. 
 
 To a fair and better land. 
 
 If we have the mind of Jesus, 
 
 We'll be ready evermore. 
 To tell this wondrous story 
 
 To the heathen at our door. 
 
Poems 13 
 
 O God, give grace and courage, 
 
 If we no further roam, 
 To live the old, old story 
 
 With the heathen in our home. 
 
 They will not always listen, 
 
 But by Thy spirit's power 
 Turn Thou their hearts in love to Thee, 
 
 And save them from this hour. 
 
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 WALKING BY FAITH. 
 
 I know not what's before me, 
 
 I would not if I could, 
 The Lord of light and glory, 
 
 Could tell me if He would. 
 
 But He's kindly veiled the future 
 From my weary eyes, so dim. 
 
 He bids me meet all trials 
 Through faith alone in Him. 
 
 Yes, He turns them into blessings 
 As He leads me gently on, 
 
 For its just through straits and trials 
 That ril reach my Home, sweet 
 Home. 
 
 I know He'll lead me safely. 
 
 If I put my hand in His, 
 To a mansion up in glory 
 
 In that land of endless bliss. 
 
 So I'll just go stepping forward, 
 I'll not murmur or complain. 
 
 For I know the sun shines brighter, 
 When we've had the mists and rain. 
 
 When I reach the land of promise 
 I'll forget all I've passed through, 
 
 And I'll sing the old and new song, 
 When the Saviour's face I view. 
 
Poems 15 
 
 HOW THE TRUTH GOT HOLD OF ME. 
 
 I sat alone one evening, 
 
 And thought upon the past, 
 
 And how I loved the things of time, 
 When I knew they could not last. 
 
 But when I heard the message 
 Of the angels one, two, three, 
 
 It turned my heart from many things 
 That were so dear to me. 
 
 I often sit and ponder 
 
 On the scenes of yesterday. 
 
 And I cannot help but wonder. 
 How this Truth got hold of me. 
 
 But it told the gospel story 
 
 Of the coming of the Lord, 
 And gave me such a longing 
 
 To tell this Truth abroad. 
 
 To every weary sin-sick soul 
 That would lend a hearing ear, 
 
 Of the judgment now that's going on. 
 And soon Christ will appear. 
 
 So I've asked the Lord to help me 
 
 Be a witness here for Him 
 Of this three-fold angels' message, 
 
 That cleanses us from sin. 
 
 O, to tell it, just to tell it. 
 
 In a kind and loving way, 
 To a brother or a sister. 
 
 Who, like me, had gone astray. 
 
26 Poems 
 
 A MESSAGE FOR THE HEATHEN. 
 
 I have a message for the heathen, 
 Yes, a message bright and fair. 
 
 I shall send it o'er to Africa 
 To a people in despair. 
 
 Who have never heard of Jesus, 
 Who died to set them free. 
 
 Oh, how I'd love to tell them 
 Of the cross He bore for me. 
 
 But I am only a little girl. 
 
 And how can I go there? 
 But I'll save up all my pennies, 
 
 For I know I've some to spare. 
 
 So I won't buy any chewing gum, 
 
 Or candy, while at school. 
 For I intend to sacrifice 
 
 And learn the golden rule. 
 
 And we will ask you older ones. 
 
 To help us all you can. 
 Not with pennies but with dollars. 
 
 For the heathen of that land. 
 
 And when we see our Saviour come 
 From Heaven to claim His own, 
 
 By our efifort and His sacrifice 
 Some shall reach their Heavenly 
 home. 
 
Poems 17 
 
 THE EARTH MADE NEW. 
 
 Yes, we'll stand with our Redeemer 
 On the earth made new once more, 
 
 We will anchor in the harbor 
 
 When the storms of life are o'er. 
 
 If we're daily pressing forward 
 To Hjs precious bleeding side 
 
 Our anchor will hold firmly, 
 No matter what betide. 
 
 Have we got our chart and compass, 
 Does the Lord our life-boat man, 
 
 Are we throwing out the life line. 
 Are we doing all we can 
 
 For our weary, storm-tossed brother 
 Nearly wrecked by many a gale, 
 
 Are we launching forth the life-boat, 
 Are we letting out the sail? 
 
 Do we know this last great message, 
 And then tell it o'er and o'er 
 
 For when Jesus comes. He'll ask us 
 Of the wreck along the shore. 
 
 Shall we stand there, empty-handed 
 By our silence be condemned, 
 
 When He has promised by His power 
 To save the souls of men? 
 
 When we meet our Lord in glory 
 May we pass that grand review. 
 
 And hear hisgrand "well done, mychild", 
 There are many stars for you. 
 
18 Poems 
 
 THOUGHTS ON MISSIONARY WORK. 
 
 One night I sat in my bedroom 
 
 And looked around to see, 
 All the wonderful blessings 
 
 The Lord had given to me. 
 
 But I saw in one small corner 
 A task that was left undone; 
 
 I saw some papers lying there 
 
 That should have been out, every one. 
 
 Yes, out and giving the message 
 To friends both far and near, 
 
 And I to gather the fragments 
 For the master who draweth near. 
 
 O Lord, Thou knowest the beginning. 
 The end Thou hast in store. 
 
 Help me, dear Father, from this hour 
 To work a little more "For Jesus' 
 sake, Amen." 
 
Poems 19 
 
 THOUGHTS ON THE COMING OF 
 CHRIST. 
 
 We are looking for the Saviour, 
 For we know He's coming soon. 
 
 Oh, may we not be waiting 
 To hear our final doom. 
 
 But to rise with Him in glory 
 
 To mansions in the skies. 
 From whence He soon will come again 
 
 To take us, bye and bye. 
 
 If we are only willing 
 
 To obey His blest commands 
 
 Hallelujah, shout Hosanna, 
 We are the chosen of the land. 
 
 He has paid the debt to Father, 
 And His name we will adore, 
 
 'Tis the precious blood of Jesus, 
 Saves and keeps forever more. 
 
 Then will be joy, yes, joy in Heaven 
 When His Father sees Him come. 
 
 With His blood-washed throng around 
 Him, 
 And we hear the glad "Well done." 
 
20 Poems 
 
 THE NEV/ YEAR. 
 
 Another year will soon be o'er, 
 
 O may the new one be, 
 A year of greater service Lord 
 
 With hearts from sin set free. 
 
 We do not know the day or hour 
 That He may call each one 
 
 To lay our weary bodies down 
 And rest within the tomb. 
 
 But when we hear the glad triumph 
 
 If we are faithful here, 
 We'll rise to immortality, 
 
 And meet Him without fear. 
 
 So a glad New Year to one and all 
 
 And, if we many see, 
 May every one be greater love 
 
 And service. Lord, to Thee. 
 
Poems 21 
 
 THE SEWING SOCIETY. 
 
 I send you a little poem, 
 
 It's not much I can do. 
 But a little word about Jesus, 
 
 Will help both me and you. 
 
 I know that my dear sisters 
 
 Are working hard today. 
 We can patch and sew for Jesus. 
 
 As well as preach and pray. 
 
 So God bless every little stitch 
 And needle full of thread, 
 
 For Jesus clothed the naked, 
 And gave the hungry bread. 
 
 And we, His little children. 
 Must serve Him here below. 
 
 For we know that on the great day 
 We shall reap just what we sow. 
 
 We don't want any money 
 For what we do for Him, 
 
 So we will clothe the naked, 
 And take the stranger in. 
 
 And when we get up yonder, 
 We'll hear the glad "Well done", 
 
 In a voice of love, so tender, 
 That will understand each one. 
 
22 Poems 
 
 STAND TRUE TO THE TESTIMONIES. 
 
 Lines composed four months before Sister White's 
 death. 
 
 We thank you for the Testimonies 
 Thou hast sent us day by day. 
 
 But we will still remember 
 That Thy servant is but clay. 
 
 But when touched by living fire, 
 And the pen was in her hand, 
 
 She sent forth these strong straight 
 Testimonies 
 To the Israel of all lands. 
 
 Shall we heed Thy spirit's message, 
 Search its warnings o'er and o'er, 
 
 If we do and then obey it 
 
 Soon with her, we'll reach that shore. 
 
 Then we'll sail on smoother waters 
 On the Sea of Glass, we'll land 
 
 With a crown upon our forehead, 
 And a harp within our hands. 
 
 Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 
 Of redemption full and free, 
 Then I'll stop and ask my Saviour 
 
 Why He saved a wretch like me. 
 
 As I look into His loving eyes, 
 
 His answer thus will be, 
 "I could not be happy yonder 
 
 When I saw all lost to thee." 
 
 So I obeyed my Heavenly Father, 
 And fulfilled His blest commands. 
 
 And thy name with many others 
 Was graven on my hands. 
 
Poems ^^ 
 
 FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHT. 
 
 Yes, we hear of battles, many, 
 In the lands across the sea, 
 
 For there are evil spirits ruling 
 In the hearts of kings today. 
 
 No, God is not in these battles. 
 Its the hosts by Satan led. 
 
 That has caused the blood of many 
 On the field of battle shed. 
 
 But He has told us in His Holy word, 
 
 Written many years ago, 
 That just what things we hear of 
 
 To this would come, you know. 
 
 The nations, they are angry, 
 
 The time is drawing near 
 For the battle of Armageddon, 
 
 Very soon it will appear. 
 
 As a people we are working 
 
 In the army of the Lord. 
 Are we going forth to battle. 
 
 Is our sword the word of God? 
 
 Let each one be up and doing, 
 Early morning, noon an night, 
 
 Save our brothers and our sisters, 
 Going down by Satan's might. 
 
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 Gather in the wounded soldiers 
 
 From the battlefield of sin, 
 Tell them of the love of Jesus, 
 
 Who died, their souls to win. 
 
 Shout the battle cry of freedom. 
 
 Raise the blood-stained banner high. 
 
 Stand with face toward the enemy, 
 Eternity draws nigh ! 
 
Poems 25 
 
 THE TWO PATHS. 
 
 There's a path that leads to duty, 
 
 And one, the other way. 
 God would like to know, dear children, 
 
 Which path you have travelled today. 
 
 For the master is calling for workers. 
 
 The laborers are very few, 
 The harvest's all ripened and ready, 
 
 He's calling for me and for you. 
 
 But methinks I hear someone saying, 
 "Excuse me, dear master, today, 
 
 For Fve bought a yoke of oxen 
 And for them I have to pay." 
 
 And a voice from o'er in the corner, 
 
 In accents loud and clear. 
 Saying, "I've married a wife, dear 
 master, 
 
 And to me she is very dear." 
 
 And still another voice saying, 
 
 "I've gathered some friends to my 
 home, 
 
 The banquet for them is all ready. 
 We'll eat, drink, be merry, each one." 
 
 So the master looks down in sorrow 
 As He pleads with us day b}^ day. 
 
 To tell them the gospel story 
 
 As they're passing along our way. 
 
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 So may each one here this evening 
 See their duty bright and clear, 
 
 And gather them in from the by-ways, 
 For the master draweth near. 
 
 The battle will soon be over, 
 The fight will not last long 
 
 If we're found in the path of duty. 
 We'll soon sing the victor's song. 
 
Poems 27 
 
 CLEARER DUTY TO GOD. 
 
 Yes, we often hear the master, 
 In a voice so sweet and low, 
 
 "Children, where you find your duty, 
 That's the place for you to go." 
 
 Do we always really listen 
 And obey that tender call? 
 
 If we do, we'll get the blessing 
 Christ will be our all in all. 
 
 It may be that our duty 
 
 Will cost us many a tear, 
 But He's promised to be with us 
 
 So we do not need to fear. 
 
 When our duty seems the hardest 
 And we cannot see the way, 
 
 He will be our light in darkness, 
 All we need to do is pray. 
 
 And this will be the answer. 
 
 Child, I've watched you all the way; 
 
 And this is where our duty lies. 
 Not to faint but always pray. 
 
28 Poems 
 
 CHRIST, THE CORNER-STONE. 
 
 Lines on a sermon preached by Brother Owen. 
 
 The corner-stone is Jesus, 
 
 But He will let us in 
 If we are only willing 
 
 To be chiselled out by Him. 
 
 The chisel may cut deeply. 
 But its in the master's hands 
 
 And He only knows what's needed 
 To prepare us for that land. 
 
 When fitted in by Jesus 
 
 We'll be perfect, smooth and bright, 
 And be ready at His coming, 
 
 Be it morning, noon or night. 
 
 So we'll let the chips fly freely. 
 They are only bits of clay. 
 
 And we'll thank our dear kind master 
 That He chiselled them away. 
 
 We'll be fittly joined together 
 With His blood He did atone; 
 
 When He comes He'll take us with 
 Him, 
 Everyone, a living stone. 
 
Poems 29 
 
 FEEDING THE HUNGRY SOUL. 
 
 I went into my brother's house 
 Affliction pressed him sore, 
 
 The troubled look upon his face 
 Read, "Nothing left in store." 
 
 "My cupboard, it is empty. 
 My breadbox scant and bare." 
 
 I asked the Lord to let me, 
 My brother's trouble share. 
 
 I thought of all Christ did for me 
 
 To help me on the way. 
 And how He left His home above 
 
 When we all had gone astray. 
 
 I looked into His loving eyes, 
 They smiled on me so kind. 
 
 He said, "Go feed the hungry, 
 A blessing you will find." 
 
 "For you, I've earned the Bread of Life, 
 
 You'll never hunger more. 
 Go tell to all this world 
 
 That there's plenty left in store." 
 
 "And unto every thirsty soul 
 
 The water shall be free. 
 For I have shed my blood for them 
 
 On the Cross of Calvary." 
 
 "I know you'll oft be weary 
 With the hardness of the way, 
 
30 Poems 
 
 But I will go before you 
 
 Turning darkness into day." 
 
 I answered, "When I'm weary 
 I'll come to Thee for rest 
 
 And lay this trembling heart 
 Upon Thy gentle breast," 
 
Poems 31 
 
 PATIENCE. 
 
 Did you ever cast out your anchor 
 
 And silently wait for the day 
 When the storm was raging around 
 you, 
 And there was nothing to do but 
 to pray? 
 
 And all things near you were evil, 
 And their tongues were a hissing 
 fire, 
 Did you then look into your heart 
 and see 
 There, only one great desire? 
 
 And that, that your Lord and Master 
 Would tarry no longer, but come? 
 
 But we must wait for the morning 
 And answer, "Thy will be done." 
 
 It was then the sweet voice of Jesus 
 As it whispered so kindly to me. 
 
 My Father kept me through all trials. 
 And His grace is sufficient for thee." 
 
 For soon this long night of darkness 
 Will end in a morning so bright, 
 
 "I'll take you home to your Father 
 Bear your cross, it's a halo of light." 
 
32 Poems 
 
 MY LITTLE GIRL. 
 
 I have a little girl, 
 
 Her name I will not tell. 
 The noise she makes around the house, 
 
 Is like a clanging bell. 
 
 But when to school she goes away, 
 
 Her little bag in hand, 
 I say "God bless my little girl, 
 
 She's the dearest in the land." 
 
 I ask the Lord to bless her 
 
 And use her for His own, 
 To tell the love of Jesus 
 
 In many a heathen home. 
 
 When the Book of Life is opened. 
 May her name be written there. 
 
 And many stars be in her crown 
 In answer to this prayer. 
 
Poems 33 
 
 MY BOY. 
 
 My boy to manhood soon will grow 
 Lord, by Thy spirit's power 
 
 Turn Thou his heart in love to Thee 
 And save him from this hour. 
 
 Temptation stalks on every hand 
 
 My boy, to soon betray, 
 O Lord, Thou only canst him keep 
 
 Within the narrow way. 
 
 And when the time of trouble comes 
 
 O help him to abide 
 Within the paths of righteousness, 
 
 With Jesus for his guide. 
 
 A mother's prayer goes up to Thee, 
 
 You never will despise, 
 For Thou wilt hear and answer it, 
 
 For Thou art ever wise. 
 
34 Poems 
 
 GREETINGS TO MY BRETHREN. 
 
 I want to meet you on the earth made new, 
 The time is hasting, and the years are few. 
 Surely we'll soon be in the better land 
 If we obey and keep our Lord's command. 
 
 This earth is nothing but a desert waste, 
 But then we'll see our Saviour face to face. 
 The one who guided, kept us all the way. 
 And took our hands when we were wont to 
 stray. 
 
 And led us on through many, many years, 
 And soothed each sorrow, wiped away our 
 
 tears. 
 But, oh, the joy when face to face we meet, 
 In falling prostrate at our Master's feet. 
 
Poems 35 
 
 SERVICE. 
 
 I have asked the Lord to give me 
 Just a little work for Him, 
 
 And then to help me do it, 
 
 With the love of Christ within. 
 
 If the task He gives seems heavy 
 And the load is hard to bear, 
 
 He has promised to be with me 
 And all my burdens share. 
 
 If we've had a friend that's failed us. 
 When we needed them the most. 
 
 Just take a look at Calvary, 
 
 Shall we not embrace the Cross. 
 
 If I have not any crosses 
 
 I will never wear a crown. 
 And to me He'll give no mansion 
 
 In that City of Renown. 
 
 So I'll ask Him, hourly, daily. 
 
 Every little cross to bear. 
 I must meet my Elder Brother 
 
 In my Father's home up there. 
 
36 Poems 
 
 A CRY FOR HELP. 
 
 They are calling for the message, 
 From a darkened heathen land, 
 
 As a people, are we willing 
 To lend a helping hand. 
 
 Oh, to sit at ease in Zion 
 
 And see our brothers die 
 For the message of salvation. 
 
 And Jesus drawing nigh. 
 
 We all can't cross the ocean. 
 
 Or go so far from home. 
 But, dear, kind Heavenly Father, 
 
 Our prayers can reach Thy throne. 
 
 The widow's mite, you won't despise 
 You'll make it do its part. 
 
 But we must be the compass 
 To guide the Heavenly chart. 
 
 So the call has come to many 
 Who hath laid by in store. 
 
 To open up their pocket books 
 And erive a little more. 
 
Poems 37 
 
 BIRTHDAY WISHES FOR A FRIEND. 
 
 My earnest wish and heart's desire 
 
 That you will faithful be 
 Till Jesus comes to take you home 
 
 To dwell eternally. 
 
 And may Thy heart be filled with love, 
 
 Like the Man of Galilee, 
 And may thy prayer be none of self, 
 
 But all, oh, Christ, of Thee. 
 
 And with the trials of each day, 
 
 For surely they will come. 
 Then may Thy answer be each night, 
 
 O Lord, Thy will be done. 
 
38 Poems 
 
 A MOTHER'S PRAYER. 
 
 I have travelled on Life's journey 
 
 For many weary years, 
 To the City of Jerusalem 
 
 Where God wipes away all tears. 
 
 I would like to take my friends, 
 And my children with me there. 
 
 But some say my way's too narrow, 
 While the lights on Broadway glare. 
 
 But it may be in the evening, 
 At the turning of the tide, 
 
 I will see them safely gathered 
 At my precious Saviour's side, 
 
 A mother's prayer is often heard 
 For the children of her love, 
 
 And hearts will be united 
 In that better land above. 
 
 Shall we not forgive each other 
 
 No matter what it be, 
 As Jesus died for me, I know 
 
 He died to set all free. 
 
 Then we'll all sing "Hallelujah", 
 Praise His name forever more 
 
 For sin shall never part us 
 On that fair, eternal shore. 
 
Poems 39 
 
 THOUGHTS ON THE SEVENTH DAY 
 
 SABBATH. 
 
 We thank Thee Lord, for morning light 
 That Thou hast kept us through the night. 
 Now give us grace just for today 
 To walk within the narrow way. 
 
 O help us some one to persuade 
 
 That Thou the seventh day Sabbath made. 
 
 A sign of Thy creative power, 
 
 To keep it Holy every hour. 
 
 Six days you've given us for work, 
 Shall we Thy seventh day Sabbath shirk? 
 So may we all with one accord 
 Be found within Thy house, O Lord. 
 
 And when our work on earth is done. 
 In that fair land beyond the sun, 
 We'll keep the Sabbath day with Thee 
 From every care and trouble free. 
 
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 A SONG OF REJOICING. 
 
 The long night of sorrow will vanish 
 Then nothing but pleasure, no pain, 
 
 For Jesus is coming in glory, 
 He's coming to take us to reign. 
 
 With Him, up in yonder bright man- 
 sions. 
 We'll bow then and bless His dear 
 name, 
 And join with the angels in glory, 
 Praise God for the lamb that was 
 slain. 
 
 He carried our sins in His body. 
 They took Him to Calvary's cross, 
 
 He went there without a murmur. 
 For He never counted the cost. 
 
 So when trials and sorrow o'ertake us 
 He has promised our burdens to 
 share, 
 
 Take courage, my brother, take courage, 
 Press onward to do and to dare. 
 
Poems 41 
 
 CHRIST'S SUFFERING AND DEATH 
 FOR US. 
 
 Christ suffered much upon the cross, 
 
 That Cross of Calvary; 
 It was my sins that nailed Him there, 
 
 He bled and died for me. 
 
 Did He refuse His Father's plea 
 
 To seek and save the lost? 
 He left His home in glory bright 
 
 And counted not the cost. 
 
 For the burden of a sin-lost world 
 
 Lay heavy on His heart, 
 He neither murmured nor complained 
 
 But nobly did His part. 
 
 Shall we refuse Salvation free 
 When bought at such a cost, 
 
 And shall we serve His enemy, 
 And, after all, be lost? 
 
 Dear Lord, help every living soul 
 That's heard His pleading voice. 
 
 May they be willing to obey 
 And in His love rejoice. 
 
 And may they in their daily lives 
 
 Live nearer to Thee, Lord 
 And show to others every day 
 
 The power of Christ abroad. 
 
42 Poems 
 
 FIRST STEPS. 
 
 I thank Thee, Lord, for these friends 
 
 Who called on me today. 
 That Thou hast shown to them the 
 truth 
 
 They are willing to obey. 
 
 They know that Jesus died to save 
 Them from eternal death. 
 
 And Thou the seventh day Sabbath 
 made, 
 And sanctified and blest. 
 
 Now help them Lord to take each step 
 
 Right in the narrow way. 
 And may their faith and hope in Thee 
 
 Grow brighter every day. 
 
 And give to them their heart's desire 
 To see their loved ones saved 
 
 And not just them alone, O Lord, 
 But all for whom they've prayed. 
 
 And when Christ comes to take us 
 home. 
 
 May we rejoice to see 
 A crown of stars placed on each brow 
 
 For faithfulness to Thee. 
 
Poems 43 
 
 FOR OUR YOUNG PEOPLE. 
 
 You are gathered here this evening 
 
 A young and happy band 
 Of workers for the master 
 
 TravelHng to a better land. 
 
 He has told you by His spirit 
 
 That the young must end this work, 
 
 Is there any here this evening 
 Their duty wants to shirk? 
 
 I would like to call you all by name 
 
 But I don't think I can, 
 But there's Vinton Wright, he's grow- 
 ing 
 
 And Henry's quite a man. 
 
 Yes, we love to hear Joe singing, 
 Make the courts of Heaven ring. 
 
 We will know his voice up yonder 
 When he helps the angels sing. 
 
 Now, I have not called you all by 
 name, 
 
 But I hope you'll faithful be 
 To each duty that's assigned to you 
 
 Every Sabbath day, at three. 
 
 And not only on the Sabbath 
 
 But each day your prayer may be, 
 
 Just to win a soul for Jesus 
 For He died to set all free. 
 
 Yes, a prize He's set before us, 
 Its a mansion in the sky 
 And a crown of brightest glory 
 At His coming, bye and bye. 
 
41 Poems 
 
 THE SENTINEL. 
 
 I know we are in the shaking time, 
 The loud cry has gone forth 
 
 Let every man with sword in hand 
 Stand steady at his post. 
 
 Our sword is not of burnished steel 
 
 To do our brother harm, 
 It is the mighty word of God 
 
 To save them from alarm. 
 
 When that great day of God shall 
 come 
 
 In all its might and power, 
 He'll gather out the wheat from chaff, 
 
 O may we stand secure. 
 
 And when we see the Saviour come 
 
 With His angels band, 
 May we behold His face in love 
 
 And win the promised land. 
 
Poems 45 
 
 TREASURES IN HEAVEN. 
 
 This three-fold angels' message 
 Is told on land and sea 
 
 And it is gathering many 
 For the year of Jubilee. 
 
 This three-fold angels' message 
 Has the power of Christ within, 
 
 It changes all our lives while here 
 And saves us from our sins. 
 
 But there are many thousands 
 That don't want to hear it told, 
 
 They think that they'll be saved 
 By a power that they call gold. 
 
 No, gold will never save them, 
 But the love of Christ within ; 
 
 Just take a look at Calvary, 
 That's the gold that saves from 
 sin. 
 
 The blood bought gift of Calvary 
 
 Eternal life given free, 
 For that we shout and praise the 
 Lord 
 
 In the Year of Jubilee. 
 
46 Poems 
 
 THE CROWN OF THORNS. 
 
 Yes, they stood and watched the Saviour 
 
 In His bitter pain and woe. 
 They did not know he suffered there 
 
 Because He loved them so. 
 
 Before the earth and seas were formed 
 He knew He'd death to taste, 
 
 His Father called Him to His side 
 And offered Him the place. 
 
 So when Adam fell, He stepped 
 Right in Himself a ransom gave 
 
 That sinners such as you and I 
 Eternal life might have. 
 
 He came and took our sinful flesh, 
 
 A man of woman born. 
 He stood the test of Satan's wiles 
 
 And braved that awful storm. 
 
 That brought Him to Gethsemane, 
 
 From there to Pilot's hall, 
 "And with this man," he cried aloud, 
 
 "I find no fault at all." 
 
 "Release to us, Barabbas," 
 
 They cry the same today. 
 As when the master trod this earth 
 
 And gave His life away. 
 
 So God help us to be faithful 
 And obey His blest commands, 
 
 May we be salt with savor 
 And the Israel of the land. 
 
Poems ^7 
 
 DARE TO DO RIGHT. 
 
 There's a strife amongst the people, 
 They are crying for the blood 
 
 Of those that love the master 
 And dare to live His word. 
 
 Lord, by Thy Holy Spirit 
 Dispell this darkening power, 
 
 Uphold the side of righteousness 
 As in the days of yore. 
 
 Stand by Thy faithful servant 
 With all Thy might and power, 
 
 May he know Thee as Jehovah 
 In every trying hour. 
 
48 Poems 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 We thank Thee, Lord, for grace and 
 truth 
 
 This Sabbath day to know 
 And for the Blood of Jesus, 
 
 That washes white as snow. 
 
 CHORUS: 
 And for the Sabbath School, the Sab- 
 bath School, 
 The dear old Sabbath School, 
 For its here we come, both old and 
 young. 
 To learn the Golden Rule. 
 
 And we love to hear the story 
 
 Of the Cross of Calvary, 
 He to all His little children 
 
 Eternal life gave free. 
 
 —CHORUS. 
 
 Some have come here as children dear, 
 
 They've now to manhood grown. 
 And they dearly love the Sabbath 
 School 
 For it is the Sabbath home. 
 
 —CHORUS. 
 
 If we have to leave this Sabbath 
 School. 
 No matter where we roam, 
 We will try to find another one 
 For its just like going home. 
 
 —CHORUS. 
 
Poems 49 
 
 "THE WHISPERED PRAYER." 
 
 One day in a busy city 
 
 I stood on a crowded street 
 
 And watched the people passing, 
 Heard the tramp of their hurrying 
 feet. 
 
 Some faces were bright and happy 
 But some were filled with care, 
 
 And some had a look of sadness 
 Just bordering on despair. 
 
 As I stood, I watched and wondered 
 How many their Lord did know, 
 
 How many knew the blessing 
 
 Of having their sins w^ashed white 
 as snow. 
 
 I breathed a prayer to my Father 
 As I stood on that busy street 
 
 That every one that passed me by 
 On the Sea of Glass I might meet. 
 
 I asked Him to keep me faithful 
 
 To sing His praises there 
 Where I'll never see any trouble 
 
 Or faces filled with despair. 
 
50 Poems 
 
 "LET NOT YOUR HEART BE 
 TROUBLED." 
 
 We are standing in the light house 
 
 On the San Diego shore, 
 And the storm at sea is raging 
 
 And the billows 'round us roar. 
 
 But we're in the ark of safety, 
 We've the love of Christ within 
 
 By our light, we mean to beckon 
 Many from the seas of sin. 
 
 There are lonely hearts that are 
 breaking 
 
 For the loved ones far away. 
 Will they meet us on the morning 
 
 Of the Resurrection day. 
 
 Will they heed this last great mes- 
 sage, 
 
 Search its meaning o'er and o'er 
 If they do, and then obey it 
 
 They will safely reach the shore. 
 
 Where we'll all sing "Hallelujah!" 
 Praise His name for evermore. 
 
 For there will be no fear of storms 
 On that fair eternal shore. 
 
Poems 51 
 
 THE NEW TEACHERS. 
 
 We have got two fine new teachers 
 In our church school, this year. 
 
 They rule by love and kindness 
 And not by frown or fear. 
 
 The children seem to love them 
 As the days go rolling on ; 
 
 I'm sure they'll all be sorry 
 
 When this school year has flown. 
 
 They have helped us with our lessons 
 And we love them very dear; 
 
 When the roll is called up yonder, 
 May they answer "I am here." 
 
 For we are all God's little children, 
 Learning lessons here below 
 
 And if we learn them every day 
 He'll take us home, we know. 
 
 Then all day we'll our teacher 
 For there'll be no night there. 
 
 And for lessons that we've learned 
 while here 
 We'll get credit sure up there. 
 
52 Poems 
 
 FOR THE CHILDREN. 
 
 Ijines on the leaving of one of our church school 
 teachers. 
 
 We are going to lose our teacher 
 And we feel quite sick at heart, 
 
 For often we've been naughty 
 And have not done our part. 
 
 We have often him discouraged 
 
 By heeding not his way 
 And now that he is going 
 
 We would rather have him stay. 
 
 But we'll ask him to forgive us 
 
 As he will be forgiven, 
 And if we meet no more on earth, 
 
 I hope we'll meet in Heaven. 
 
 Before the great school teacher 
 That's our dear Lord, you know. 
 
 When He looks o'er our lessons 
 We'll reap just what we sow. 
 
 But we know you won't forget us, 
 Though you're going far away, 
 
 Just take us all to Father, 
 
 In the evening when you pray. 
 
Poems 53 
 
 CASTING OUT THE "BEAM". 
 
 O yes, we think we're doing right 
 By him who smokes that awful 
 pipe, 
 
 By telHng him it is a sin 
 
 And so it is, we'll prove and win. 
 
 Because he loves that pipe of clay 
 We say he'll be destroyed some day, 
 
 But then are we more pure than him. 
 Because we love some other sin? 
 
 Yes, tobacco is the vilest weed 
 
 And he that smokes it sows the 
 seed 
 
 At every step along the way, 
 
 There's thousands dying every day. 
 
 There are some sins just as great. 
 From which the Lord does turn in 
 hate 
 
 And one of these is wilful strife 
 For that, we'll lose eternal life. 
 
 If we are harboring in our heart 
 A sin from which we don't depart. 
 
 We're just as far on the wrong way 
 As he who smokes the pipe of clay. 
 
 The day of grace will soon be o'er 
 The master's even at the door; 
 
 Let's cast our idols all away. 
 
 And each one break his pipe of clay. 
 
Poems 
 
 WORKING WITH A WILL. 
 
 A little Poem on the End of the Church School Year. 
 
 There's Henry, he's always smiling 
 And Joe, he is laughing too, 
 
 And this little girl and that little girl, 
 Their eyes say "How do you do." 
 
 We are glad to welcome you, sisters, 
 
 To our nice school today ; 
 We are learning to work for Jesus 
 
 To talk, to sing and to pray. 
 
 Our teachers are always willing 
 
 To show us the right way 
 And always kind and thoughtful 
 
 Whenever we go astray. 
 
 But to God be all the blessing 
 For what we are learning here, 
 
 We love our work so very much, 
 We are coming back next year. 
 
Poems 
 
 THE SCOTCHMAN ON THE COM- 
 MITTEE. 
 
 They put me on the committee, 
 
 Old Satan he got mad 
 The way he entered some folks hearts, 
 
 Made them anything but glad. 
 
 I met a sister on the street, 
 
 She gave me an icy stare, 
 But she did not know that I was Scotch 
 
 And a Scotchman does not care. 
 
 I saw two more upon the car, 
 Their heads were close together, 
 
 And when they saw me coming 
 They just nudged one another. 
 
 "There's that Scotchman of the com- 
 mittee. 
 
 Who said we should not wear 
 Feather rufifs or jewelry," 
 
 But I only breathed the air. 
 
 Then I overheard some little words 
 
 To this eflfect, you know : 
 "Why he's only a new member, 
 
 Why dare he say so and so." 
 
 But the newness of the membership 
 When called before the bar 
 
 Of the judgment seat of Heaven 
 Do you think that God will care? 
 
56 Poems 
 
 If I have served Him faithfully 
 And loved Him here below, 
 
 I know I'll hear the glad "well done' 
 When home with Him I go. 
 
 So if you're ever asked to serve 
 
 Upon a committee 
 Just stand it all for Jesus' sake 
 
 That died for you and me. 
 
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Poems gy 
 
 THE FIRE LADDIES. 
 
 Have you seen our fire laddies! 
 
 They are heroes of renown, 
 Without these gallant fellows 
 
 Our town would soon burn down. 
 
 They hear the bell a tapping, 
 
 They come sliding down the pole 
 
 For they are ever ready 
 To reach the fire's goal. 
 
 God bless our fire laddies 
 
 As they speed through wind and 
 rain, 
 They loose the engines throttle 
 
 And the horses get the rein. 
 
 We see them rushing onward 
 For the building's all aflame, 
 
 They know when to a fire they go 
 They may ne'er come back again. 
 
 But they're brave, our fire laddies 
 And they give no thought to pain, 
 
 They will save the lives of others 
 Though they, themselves, get maimed. 
 
 But someday our fire laddies 
 
 Will hear the last tap of the bell. 
 
 When the roll is called up yonder 
 May their answer be, "All well." 
 
 May the chief of that Department 
 Read each title bright and clear, 
 
 And the angels, joined in chorus, 
 shout : 
 "The fire lads are here." 
 
58 Poems 
 
 LINES ON THE DEPARTURE OF 
 
 FRIENDS. 
 
 Our friends, the Cottons, they have 
 gone, 
 
 And we will miss them sore 
 And all the little Cotton bales 
 
 That grew around the door. 
 
 We were glad to help them on their 
 way 
 
 To better things in store, 
 Both for this world and that to come, 
 
 God bless them ever more. 
 
 And if we meet on earth no more. 
 In Heaven, where all is bright. 
 
 May we behold each other's face. 
 And hail Christ with delight. 
 
 Then on the Sea of Glass, we'll stand 
 
 And sing His praises there, 
 For Christ shall wipe away all tears, 
 
 And there'll be no night there. 
 
 There's one thing needful they have 
 got 
 
 Since coming to our shore. 
 And that's the angels message, three, 
 
 God help them ever more. 
 
 To live it every day and hour 
 No matter where thev roam 
 
Poems 59 
 
 And tell it to each friend they meet 
 While they are travelling home. 
 
 And when they reach their dear old 
 home, 
 
 May they stand staunch and true 
 And keep the Lord before their face, 
 
 And His commandments do. 
 
60 Poems 
 
 "A PLEA FOR TEMPERANCE." 
 
 There was once, in Bonnie Scotland, 
 A home so bright and fair 
 
 Until that demon. Rum, came in 
 And brought it to despair. 
 
 The father of that happy home. 
 It's strength could overthrow 
 
 But the mother was of gentle mein 
 Partook the cup of woe. 
 
 It is so sad to see a man 
 A drunkard on the street, 
 
 But, Oh, how terrible it is 
 To see a woman sweet. 
 
 The mother of a family 
 
 Brought down to grief and shame, 
 O God help us to fight the cause 
 
 And rightly place the blame. 
 
 She tried the tempter to o'ercome, 
 She tried, but tried in vain. 
 
 At last it laid her in the grave 
 Like one of thousands slain. 
 
 But that vile drink called alcohol, 
 God help us to fight it through 
 
 And if we can't do any more 
 This city save for you. 
 
Poems _Q^ 
 
 "THIRSTING FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS.' 
 
 Make me an empty vessel 
 
 Then fill with Thy spirit divine, 
 
 Then I'll never yield to temptation 
 And my heart will be wholly Thine. 
 
 Then when filled by Thy Holy Spirit 
 My heart will o'erflow with Thy 
 love, 
 
 And I will ever be ready 
 
 To meet Thee in mansions above. 
 
 Then in Thy presence forever 
 I'll praise thee all the day long, 
 
 For I will never be weary, 
 
 And this is the theme of my song. 
 
 Oh, how I love my dear Saviour 
 
 Because He first loved me, 
 And left His bright home in glory 
 
 To save a poor sinner like me. 
 
62 Poems 
 
 LINES TO A FRIEND ON HER 
 BIRTHDAY. 
 
 This little line of love, I send 
 
 On this, thy natal day 
 And may the love and care of God 
 
 Be round thee all the way. 
 
 For if you serve Him here below 
 You'll reign with Him on high. 
 
 And you will ne'er be weary there 
 And every tear He'll dry. 
 
 And may thy kind, unselfish heart 
 
 Now hear His loving call 
 And when thy earthly friend doth fail 
 
 May He be all in all. 
 
Poems 63 
 
 "TRUST." 
 
 Yes, God is Love, 
 
 We have trusted Him in many 
 years gone by, 
 And we will trust Him more and more 
 
 As we see the time draw nigh. 
 
 The nations, they are angry, 
 The seas and waters roar, 
 
 The Saviour soon will come again. 
 He is even at the door. 
 
 But He who feeds the little birds 
 
 That fly from tree to tree, 
 Do you think that He'll forget us 
 
 When He died to set us free? 
 
 No, my life's worth many sparrows 
 That falleth to the ground 
 
 And every one is noticed. 
 
 Why should trouble, me confound? 
 
 So I'll just keep drawing closer 
 'Neath His everlasting arm. 
 
 For He who feeds the little birds 
 Will save me from all harm. 
 
Poems 
 
 "OUR APPOINTED TASK." 
 
 Yes, Jesus wept over Jerusalem, 
 
 For the sins that His people would do 
 
 I am sure He is oft filled with sorrow 
 For the failings of me and you. 
 
 I know we have failed Thee, dear Master 
 By not seeking and saving the lost. 
 
 "We have not the time," we keep saying 
 To point them to Calvary's Cross. 
 
 There's surely one point we have failed in 
 That's passing our poor brother's door. 
 
 We have not had time to listen 
 
 To the cry of the wretched and poor. 
 
 All these things you have asked us to do, 
 Lord, 
 Yes, this work must be done by us here 
 For He'll give us the strength that is 
 needed. 
 And His perfect love casteth out fear. 
 
 Then how glad we'll be at His coming 
 If we follow His percepts down here, 
 
 Our faces will lighten with gladness 
 Oh may we not meet Him in fear. 
 
Poems 65 
 
 "OUR DUTY." 
 
 We are clogging the wheels of the printing 
 press 
 
 When our Sabbath supplies are not paid, 
 We are tired of hearing the cry, all the time 
 
 "Let an extra collection be made." 
 
 For papers we've used every Sabbath, you 
 know 
 This debt to the Lord we owe. 
 Do you think that our Saviour looks down and 
 is glad ^ 
 When we know what we know? 
 
 That the bill for supplies is long overdue 
 And still we buy candy and gum ; 
 
 Don't you think we could help this good cause 
 along 
 By dropping the habit, each one? 
 
 So when we are tempted to buy what is bad 
 For our health and our pocketbooks too, 
 
 Just stop, think and lay that nickel aside 
 For the bill that is long overdue. 
 
 For we are going to clear this old debt to the 
 slate. 
 
 And keep it clear all the year through. 
 And if each one is faithful and does his part 
 
 We'll pay every bill when its due. 
 
66 Poems 
 
 THE LOST SHEEP FOUND. 
 
 Once I had wandered 
 
 Away from my home, 
 But Jesus found me, 
 
 I'll never more roam. 
 
 CHORUS 
 Jesus, dear Jesus 
 
 Keep close to my side, 
 Jesus, my Saviour 
 
 With me abide. 
 
 There's many thousands 
 Who are wandering today 
 
 Out on the highways. 
 They are going astray. 
 
 —CHORUS 
 
 Help me. dear Saviour 
 Some wanderers to find 
 
 And tell them you suffered 
 To save all mankind. 
 
 —CHORUS 
 
 And when Thou comest 
 In clouds bright and fair 
 
 May I and these loved ones 
 Meet Thee in the air. 
 
 —CHORUS 
 
Poems 6'^ 
 
 A POEM ON ROBERT BURNS. 
 
 The lad that made ye banks and braes 
 
 Lies sleeping in the tomb 
 But some day he'll see a fairer sight 
 
 Than the bonnie banks of Doone. 
 
 A sair sair heart he had that day 
 His Highland Mary went away, 
 
 But in that land so bright and fair 
 They'll meet again to part nae mair. 
 
 We'll ne'er forget the gifted Scot, 
 Or yet the land where he was born. 
 
 O yes, we'll hear our Bobbie sing 
 Upon the resurrection morn. 
 
 We'll meet with him who made all things. 
 
 Oh ! joy, beyond compare ! 
 The rich and poor yes, one and a' 
 
 Will brithers be up there. 
 
 So we're glad we met another year 
 
 In honor o' your name, 
 It won't be long, our Bobbie dear, 
 
 Till we all meet in yon hame. 
 
68 Poems 
 
 SEVENTH DAY ADVENTISTS CAMP- 
 MEETING. 
 
 Composed on Camp-Meeting Ground, August 28, 1915, 
 Huntington Beach. 
 
 It was the night before camp-meeting, 
 And our suit cases were packed. 
 
 When we asked the Lord to guide us, 
 And bring us safely back. 
 
 Early the next morning 
 
 As we stepped upon the train. 
 
 We asked Him for a blessing 
 E'er we came home again. 
 
 And now we're on the camp ground 
 
 And the big tent is in view 
 O, what a crowd of people 
 
 But there's room for me and you. 
 
 We've just had our first meeting 
 
 And as Elder W^arren told, 
 Of the coming of the Saviour, 
 
 May each one here behold. 
 
 May our faces light with gladness 
 
 And not be pale with fear, 
 May our voices sing his praises 
 
 As we see him drawing near. 
 
 Then these vile bodies he will change 
 
 Like to His glorious one. 
 Then we'll rise with Him in triumph 
 
 And He'll take us safely home. 
 
Poems 69 
 
 We have had a blessed season 
 With the people of the Lord. 
 
 We have Hstened to the singing, 
 We have heard the word of God. 
 
 There's our dear old Elder Lothborough, 
 Read the message bright and clear. 
 
 We know he'll meet the Saviour 
 Without a bit of fear. 
 
 He has preached this last great message 
 
 For sixty years, or more, 
 O, how he'll shout God's praises, 
 
 \Mien we meet to part no more. 
 
 With him may we be gathered there, 
 Each one on this camp ground. 
 
 There's quite a goodly number. Lord, 
 Let room for each, be found. 
 
 Yes, room for us and many more, 
 The gray-haired, and the youth. 
 
 May not a one be missing there 
 That's ever heard this truth. 
 
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