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HEAVENLY JEWELS 
 
HEAVENLY 
 JEWELS 
 
 POEMS 
 
 By MRS. HENRY C. GRATON 
 
 16 
 
 
 WoKCESTER, Mass. 
 
 THE BLANCHARD PRESS 
 
 1911 
 
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 Copyright, igii 
 By Henry C. Graton 
 
 ©Ci.A303?38 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 In Memoriam 
 
 
 
 
 7 
 
 God's Helping Presence 
 
 
 
 13 
 
 God's Cosmic Temple 
 
 
 
 14 
 
 The King 
 
 
 
 15 
 
 The Unseen Friend 
 
 
 
 16 
 
 God Knows 
 
 
 
 18 
 
 Him I See 
 
 
 
 20 
 
 His Likeness I Take 
 
 
 
 21 
 
 The Holy Spirit's Power 
 
 
 
 22 
 
 His Hand 
 
 
 
 24 
 
 The Bible 
 
 
 
 25 
 
 Music of Heaven 
 
 
 
 26 
 
 New Heaven on Earth 
 
 
 
 27 
 
 Adoration 
 
 
 
 28 
 
 Revelation 
 
 
 
 29 
 
 A Prayer 
 
 
 
 30 
 
 Prayer for Spiritual Blessing 
 
 
 
 31 
 
 Abiding and Obeying 
 
 
 
 32 
 
 Thanksgiving 
 
 
 
 33 
 
 Present Help 
 
 
 
 
 34 
 
 Ever Trust Him 
 
 
 
 
 35 
 
 Consecration 
 
 
 
 
 36 
 
 Heavenly Imprint 
 
 
 
 
 37 
 
 My Wants 
 
 
 
 
 38 
 
 The Soul's Desire 
 
 
 
 
 39 
 
 He Keepeth Us 
 
 
 
 
 40 
 
 Unselfishness 
 
 
 
 
 41 
 
 Love 
 
 
 
 
 42 
 
 Purity 
 
 
 
 
 43 
 
 Faith in Darkness 
 
 
 
 
 44 
 
 Hope 
 
 
 
 
 45 
 
 The Gates of God 
 
 
 
 
 46 
 
 Truth . 
 
 
 
 
 47 
 
 Living the Truth 
 
 
 
 
 48 
 
Celestial Fire 
 
 Joy of Service 
 
 The Touch 
 
 Above the Conquest 
 
 Tempted 
 
 Heavenly Jewels 
 
 Forgiveness and Freedom 
 
 True all the Time 
 
 Fruitage 
 
 To Stand 
 
 The Web of Life 
 
 True Friends 
 
 Christmas Days 
 
 Crucified 
 
 Sight 
 
 Light . 
 
 The Wilderness 
 
 All for the Best 
 
 Transmission 
 
 The River Jordan 
 
 The Mercy Seat 
 
 Wells of Water 
 
 The Snow Storm 
 
 Nature Thoughts 
 
 Marked 
 
 Stamped 
 
 No-License Vote is Lost 
 
 Sealed 
 
 God the Great Physician 
 
 Him I See 
 
 Hidden Away in God 
 
 All Hail 
 
 Athirst 
 
 Triumph 
 
 Crowned 
 
 Thoughts on Coming Death 
 
 Adieu . 
 
IN MEMORIUM 
 
 On December 10, after the sun had sunk 
 into the shades of night, the consecrated soul 
 of Mrs. Henry C. Graton winged its triumphant 
 flight into the haven of eternal rest. The 
 glory of the following morn, being Resurrec- 
 tion Day, was overshadowed with the gloom 
 cast by the sad news: " Mrs. Graton is gone." 
 Rarely, if ever, have we seen one in this city 
 so deeply mourned by all classes of people. 
 High and low, rich and poor, cultured and the 
 rude, learned and the crude, as one united 
 family shed tears of sorrow at the loss of this 
 devoted saint of God. Her soul life seemed 
 to have permeated all with whom she came 
 in contact, and made them richer and happier. 
 She had actually experienced the words of 
 Christ: " I am in the Father, ye in me and 
 I in you." The mourning was not of the 
 perfunctory nor official kind, but rather a 
 deep grief over a loss that left a void in the 
 soul. 
 
 To none could the term '' minister " be 
 more fittingly applied. She believed in the 
 gospel of the Good Samaritan and felt the 
 force of the command, " Go and do thou 
 likewise." Space forbids a detailed account 
 
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of her practical work, for that would require 
 volumes, but we shall simply give a summary 
 of the main lines of her ministrations. Besides 
 doing her duty to the charities and philan- 
 thropies of the city she expended her energy 
 and means in many other directions. She 
 kindly lent her assistance to many students 
 at various universities, colleges, academies, 
 schools, who were struggling to educate them- 
 selves and complete their courses. 
 
 The conductors, motormen and railroad 
 men became recipients of her graces, and were 
 warmly responded. The workingman who 
 had struggles with misfortune, etc., found in 
 Mrs. Graton a ministering angel who lifted 
 his burdens and made his heart rejoice. The 
 poor servant girl, without a friend, found a 
 friend in this handmaiden of the Lord. 
 
 The inmate of the Home Farm was cheered 
 by her personal presence and personal gifts. 
 Those incarcerated within prison walls were 
 favored by her attentions and personal ser- 
 vices. 
 
 Her activities in a very special way extended 
 into the temperance field. She was one of the 
 early crusaders, being a devoted worker and 
 a leading factor; also was she an earnest 
 laborer in the W. C. T. U. and always lent 
 her prayers, influence, and personal work in 
 the no-license campaign. The great Peace 
 Movement enlisted her special interest and she 
 
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attended some of its great conferences at 
 Lake Mohonk. Social Settlement Work, Gar- 
 den City Work and all other agencies for 
 human betterment found a ready helper in 
 this remarkable woman. 
 
 The little children soon recognized the 
 charm of her personality and clung to her. 
 She could be a child, play games with them, 
 tell stories, and enter completely into their 
 life. A little card or gift at Christmas revealed 
 to the children she had not forgotten them. 
 Wherever she could bestow a kindness, show 
 a favor, lend a helping hand, she never failed 
 to do it. The following stanza of one of her 
 poems well illustrates her life : 
 
 "There is a God, there is a way, 
 Where we may find true rest, 
 It is in a sweet life of love. 
 And doing just our best." 
 
 Her religious life is not less remarkable 
 in its activity and richness than her practical 
 life. She had a deeply devotional nature 
 that did not stop with the outward and super- 
 ficial. No one desired more earnestly to con- 
 scientiously get at the source of truth. Never 
 would she enter upon any duty without con- 
 sulting the Father. When perplexed as to her 
 line of duty, " Now, Father, tell me what to 
 do," was the famihar expression. She virt- 
 ually walked with the Lord, and continually 
 felt His presence. Her Bible was her constant 
 
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companion, so she wrote: ''The Bible, holy- 
 book, the best of books for me, the best for all 
 mankind, the best that ever can be." Prayer 
 formed a prominent place in her religious life. 
 Scarcely is there a single individual of her 
 acquaintance but what has been the subject of 
 her prayers for both temporal and spiritual 
 needs. She was constantly giving out her- 
 self. She learned from experience the truth of 
 Christ: *' He that loseth his life for my sake 
 shall find it." Her faith was strong and 
 optimistic. 
 
 Her devotional nature and spiritual insight 
 frequently reminded the writer of that of 
 Madam Guyon. At times she had a remark- 
 able intuitional insight of the future. While 
 she and husband were traveling in the 
 West, three times a voice came to her: " Don't 
 go to San Francisco, saved as by fire." It 
 came with such force they changed their 
 plans and with great inconvenience and extra 
 cost started for home. They had not reached 
 their destination when they learned of the 
 destruction of the city by earthquake and 
 fire, and the hotel at which they were booked 
 was wrecked, and those who escaped death 
 sustained injuries from which they have not 
 fully recovered. 
 
 Her poems reveal how much her mind 
 dwelt on the spiritual. She adhered to the 
 Methodist form of belief and was a loyal mem- 
 
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ber of Coral Street Church, Worcester, for 
 thirty-six years. 
 
 Her good sense was as remarkable as her 
 devotion. She had charity for all those who 
 differed with her on religious things. Her 
 creed was sprinkled with a great deal of good 
 sense. Her conception of religious views was 
 broad and tolerant and she enjoyed reading 
 science and psychology in its bearing on 
 religion. There are but few who could talk 
 more knowingly of the deeper things concern- 
 ing religious experience than this godly wo- 
 man. 
 
 It is very seldom that there is found in 
 one individual deep devotion, good sense, 
 and practical work combined in such a degree 
 as in Mrs. Graton. Many have the one fea- 
 ture and lack the other two, but the combi- 
 nation of the three elements make her a truly 
 exceptional character. 
 
 It is a matter of gratitude that she was 
 permitted to see the end of seventy-two 
 years of earthly life, being born July 30, 1838. 
 Nearly half a century of those years was in 
 happy wedlock with Henry C. Graton, to 
 whom she was married June 7, 1863. Her 
 girlhood days were spent in Massachusetts, 
 with the exception of the first three years, 
 which were at Swan Lake, Me., her birth- 
 place. Worcester was her home from 1845 
 until Dec. 10, 1910, when she was promoted to 
 
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" the land of pure delight." Her life was 
 without the show and seal of high official 
 positions, but it was rather a dynamic influ- 
 ence that moulded for God and righteousness. 
 Her life more accords with the Master, who 
 went about doing good — " about his Father's 
 business." We will have to search long 
 before we will find one who tried so conscien- 
 tiously to be " about her Father's business." 
 Such lives serve as candles of the Lord, which 
 illuminate eternity's shore. It is not ended, 
 but that example, light and influence is fresh 
 with us so that she still lives. 
 
 " She is not dead, the stars go down, 
 To rise upon some fairer shore, 
 And bright in Heaven's jewel lamp, 
 They shine forever, ever more. 
 
 " And ever living tho unseen, 
 
 These precious souls that go ahead; 
 For all the universe of God 
 Is life. There are no dead." 
 
 R. J. Floody 
 
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(gob'jBJ llelping ^res^ente 
 
 I WOULD I could it write, what comes 
 my soul to bless ; 
 I would I could it touch on paper to express, 
 I know we have around the Everlasting One, 
 Who is a Light to lead, to guide, 'tis Christ 
 
 the Son. 
 Around He throws His rays, to warm and 
 
 keep to-day. 
 To every heart He sings, " I am leading all 
 
 the way". 
 So Hope a beacon star, is set upon our road, 
 To light the path divine, and lift from us the 
 load. 
 
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(gob'ss Cogmic tlemple 
 
 ©OD in His holy temple, now with verdure 
 it doth shine, 
 
 And beacon lights are bidding now the tempt- 
 ing fruit to dine, 
 
 The roses they are blooming and so mellow is 
 the air, 
 
 The winter now is past, the summer time is 
 here so fair. 
 
 Out stepping like a goddess great, the glory of 
 it to share. 
 
 For many weeks of summer days, kept by our 
 God with care ; 
 
 So summer will pass by, and autumn will come 
 in its train. 
 
 Then winter with the frost and snow will come 
 to us again. 
 
 So year by year they follow on in Time's un- 
 ceasing race. 
 
 So we shall move incessantly with Time's own 
 lightning pace. 
 
 Let us not stand and just mark time, while 
 time to us is given. 
 
 But as we move in time to enter more the life 
 in heaven. 
 
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Wi}t Hing 
 
 XDO behold His face so near, 
 Why should I ever know a fear ? 
 I see it now I feel His power, 
 O'er me a shadow doth now fall, 
 Not like a funeral pall, 
 But sweet and soft and gentle, low; 
 I know I hear it come and go, 
 I bow my head my heart to fill. 
 When lo! He is e'er with me still, 
 And then I burst forth into praise. 
 While here and now the incense raise. 
 For I contain such perfect peace. 
 How can I live and from it cease? 
 The love He bears it floats along, 
 As o'er the soul it comes in song 
 So sweet, so soft, it glides to me. 
 It tells how grand His presence be. 
 He is the King; What shall I fear? 
 Beside me ever He is near. 
 
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®f)e Win^ttn Jfdenb 
 
 [HE day is spent, the night at hand, 
 The Lord Great God stands to command ; 
 So be ye ready when His call, 
 It will work out your good in all. 
 
 Oh, hear what he may speak to you! 
 Then do it bravely and be true ; 
 The way is His what'er is said, 
 It's you he means, turn and be led. 
 
 Take hold His hand, and let not slip, 
 Look up His word let fall from lip. 
 Shall help your feet out into light. 
 No darkness dwells — all shall be light. 
 
 Because He stands your way unfold, 
 Your life shall mould with gifts untold. 
 To lift, to bind, thus to enlarge. 
 The current strong his spirit charge. 
 
 Held over you His line holds sway, 
 A constant friend comes in to stay. 
 Never to leave, but here abide 
 In harmony right by your side. 
 
 And now He speaks and calls you out 
 To do His work to those about. 
 To give a glimpse of what you find. 
 The truths of God stamped on the mind. 
 
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To shine in you and thus reflect 
 The mind of God, with Him connect, 
 To build you up and constant be 
 A bright and shining Hght to see. 
 
 The beacon of beauty unfurl, 
 To draw from earth like smoke to curl, 
 Up to a height Heav'n will bestow, 
 The favors of God make heav'n below. 
 
 A pointer thus, this is your guide, 
 The hand of God with you abide. 
 Where you can call to Him to see. 
 To lead, direct, this life so free. 
 
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<@ob UnotDsi 
 
 eOD knows me through and He is making 
 whole, 
 So if the work is ended He can take care of my 
 
 soul, 
 For He knows that I follow on in every path 
 
 He leads, 
 For if He now is keeping me I know it will bear 
 
 seeds ; 
 Thus now he sends the pattern out for me to 
 
 strictly trace. 
 So that some may the figure see from this poor 
 
 fallen race. 
 I'll hold the painter's canvas high, I'll paint it 
 
 clear and bright. 
 And it shall bear the rainbow tints just like a 
 
 prism bright. 
 Whatever be the matter now the clouds will 
 
 this reflect. 
 The bow of promise to us sent which should 
 
 our love direct, 
 I'll try to make it plain, my child, so you can 
 
 lift the veil. 
 Where is the Holy place, where true conception 
 
 did prevail. 
 Let us now enter the within, my child, the 
 
 temple court, 
 Then let us go straight forward then, that we 
 
 may reach the port, 
 
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Into the Holy place where none but priests 
 
 did enter in, 
 Before the temple grand was spoiled by lust or 
 
 hate or sin, 
 When he did minister to men the bread and 
 
 wine to give, 
 The office it was holy where the pure could 
 
 only live. 
 We are the temple of our God. Nought should 
 
 us now defile. 
 But like the living temple hold God's spirit 
 
 just a while. 
 This represents the perfect life, so doth the 
 
 bread and wine. 
 The life of Jesus which is given before our 
 
 souls to shine. 
 
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Him 3 S>ee 
 
 I THANK Thee, Father, for Thy love and 
 tender care to me; 
 What could I do if I did not Thy face and 
 
 image see. 
 I look, behold Thy goodness see, transparent 
 
 love divine, 
 And as it comes to stay with me I lean the 
 
 harder twine. 
 So like a tendril am I borne with Thine own 
 
 arm aloft, 
 That I keep climbing all the time. Thy face to 
 
 see it oft. 
 It doth inspire to lead me on. Thy path so 
 
 true to trace. 
 That as the rubbish drops away I know Thy 
 
 likeness face. 
 It perfect true and sweet becomes, I know 
 
 that it is so, 
 For I have gazed so oft before Thy perfect 
 
 love to know. 
 It prints itself upon my brow, a likeness of 
 
 Thine own, 
 A stamp divine for me to wear, my every 
 
 thought to tone. 
 It doth uplift to help me on Thy way to turn 
 
 to flee, 
 They radiant glory it I find and I find it in 
 
 Thee. 
 
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?|is; Hiktnt^^ 3 Wakt 
 
 [OULS raised and held shall light take on, 
 To shine so bright till life is won, 
 So here, dear friend, I stand supreme. 
 The light of God flashes in between, 
 Reflect his courage wrought like gold 
 The finest of wheat to feed the soul, 
 Then shall I grow wide, and expand, 
 When held by God's own holy hand. 
 The grandest and the truest know, 
 Shall fall and form as on I go. 
 To help to reach for strength me given, 
 Reaching to touch, which is true living, 
 The life that's true a model make. 
 The likeness of my Lord, I take. 
 
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®f)e ^olp ^pixiV^ ^otuer 
 
 J^vHE floor is laid, the scaffold down, the 
 
 ^1^ ceiling put in place, 
 
 The work is done, it is complete, I see Him 
 
 face to face. 
 He entered in, I felt His touch, I could not be 
 
 afraid, 
 He did come in and blessed my soul. His power 
 
 was on me laid. 
 I knew it then, I heard His voice, the dark- 
 ness was made light ; 
 And in my soul I heard Him say, " Take 
 
 what I give to-night. " 
 I shipped it on the armor bright, it flashed 
 
 upon my soul. 
 That He had come with healing wings to fit 
 
 me to His mold. 
 I raised my heart in praise to Him, for all He 
 
 gave I took, 
 And blessed and praised Him all the while, 
 
 my knees beneath me shook. 
 His blessing fell, it melted me, I was over- 
 powered this night ; 
 And thus I stood confounded quite, while all 
 
 around was bright 
 I can't describe just how I felt, I cried heal 
 
 body, soul, 
 But strength was given, the way was clear, 
 
 and faith had taken its hold, 
 
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I bent me low, my prayer was heard, I shouted 
 
 praise to God, 
 My soul rang out in one amen. He passed me 
 
 'neath the rod. 
 I cannot tell how 'surance came, I know God 
 
 met me there, 
 For o'er my soul a peace came in, up rose the 
 
 golden stair. 
 Have given Him all, I rest in Him, the work 
 
 is all complete, 
 So let me now lie down awhile and rest at our 
 
 great Master's feet. 
 
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ills; l^mh 
 
 ©OD'S hand is over us, He guides to-day, 
 Why do you fret? turn from his way? 
 Praise give the Lord and bow in prayer, 
 He loves us all. He'll us take care, 
 How kind His hand He clasps each child. 
 He loves so dear He'll guard the while, 
 How kind His love, how sweet His voice, 
 How sweet commands! obey! rejoice! 
 Rejoice! Rejoice! He's here in power. 
 Which clasps us fondly and lights each hour, 
 How safe, how sweet. His hand will guide. 
 To turn us toward Him by His side. 
 The power of love will o'er us flow. 
 And happy we'll be as on we go 
 His love, such love who then can find, 
 Forgiving our sin to Him doth bind. 
 Dear Lord, our strength, portion and guide. 
 Keep us so close that we will hide, 
 By His own presence, touched by his power, 
 What like His favors at this hour. 
 Could we know Him, what love so grand! 
 How grand when reach heaven's land! 
 
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^()e pible 
 
 J^vHE Bible, Holy book the best of books 
 
 ^^ for me, 
 
 The best for all mankind, the best that e'er 
 
 can be. 
 It holds a plan of saving men, and lights our 
 
 feet; 
 It is a light when dark; it is a comfort sweet. 
 And when we take its truth it is a cord 
 To bind us close to Jesus Christ our Lord ; 
 To come in all our acts to help the higher life. 
 For it was written for mankind to save from 
 
 strife : 
 For old and young. The book was given to us 
 
 then. 
 That we might profit by in lives of better men, 
 It tells that we in purity should live. 
 To tell the holy work, the way to eat and give. 
 Its words were penned so long ago. No change 
 
 will be, 
 For it is truthful news, the record is for thee, 
 To take the book in life in death will light the 
 
 tomb. 
 It surely brings us peace at morn, at night and 
 
 noon. 
 It is an ointment to refresh and strengthen all. 
 The gold to crush and dig if listen to its call. 
 We must it understand before we tell its worth, 
 And how to get that life — you follow Christ on 
 
 earth. 
 
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iHus^tc of ^eaben 
 
 I WRITE now for the Lord, 
 The song I now shall sing, 
 The cadence of its music, 
 Above all earth shall ring. 
 In sweetness, flowing on, 
 Shall reach from shore to shores, 
 And thus wake hearts to sing, 
 While forth from heaven it pours. 
 So soft and low it falls, 
 To breathe its measure strong, 
 And upward hearts will look, 
 To clearing out the wrong. 
 How can it ever cease? 
 It has its work to do. 
 So turn from sin to right, 
 The way to God pursue. 
 
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iSelu Jl^tabm on Cartfj 
 
 [O sang the Angels in days of old, 
 As they swept through the gates of gold, 
 Of time to come when we shall see, 
 The earth a sinless state to be. 
 
 When from the One who sits above, 
 Who rules with law, and light, and love, 
 The joy of love we wish to know. 
 To make us perfect here below. 
 
 When to us came a secret hid, 
 It comes forth to us when 'tis bid, 
 'Tis when the heart is ready for truth. 
 The word sent will enter forsooth. 
 
 Your heart then open wide for light, 
 From Father our Great God of Right 
 A new and higher soul is given, 
 And then we have on earth New Heaven. 
 
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^boration 
 
 I LOVE to look into Thy face, 
 That radiant smile to see, 
 So let it hold me so complete, 
 I Thine shall ever be. 
 
 Thine infinite love is so great, 
 
 Is shining on me now. 
 So I will raise my heart in prayer, 
 
 As humbly here I bow. 
 
 Then on me now Thine impress make, 
 
 So glorious let it be. 
 That when I walk on earth no more, 
 
 I shall arise in Thee. 
 
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3ReheIatian 
 
 j^W^HAT wondrous things we learn to-day, 
 
 vl>/ As God reveals to us the way, 
 
 What can we do when love comes in 
 
 To wrap us 'bout to keep from sin; 
 
 To help to do for other men 
 
 By acts of kindness and the pen. 
 
 It is a cloak given us for wear, 
 
 A cloak which we do love to bear, 
 
 'Tis like the rose its perfume sweet, 
 
 Fills both our heart and home so neat. 
 
 A pearl of price, a thing of wealth, 
 
 The joy of being, of life, and health. 
 
 Thank God that brings love to my heart 
 
 Now and fore'er shall not depart. 
 
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ii draper 
 
 J^^HE rolling of the thunder loud, 
 ^*/ The storm will very soon pass by, 
 And peace and rest and sweet content, 
 Will come to me from God on high. 
 So I can rest with perfect peace, 
 And perfect comfort surely find. 
 And holy restitution true, 
 Shine on my weary soul, so kind. 
 God help His truth to me unfold. 
 And in each path that I must go, 
 I know that Thou art near me now. 
 And that no trials can me o'er flow. 
 And safe from all the angry waves, 
 My sure safe foot treads all the way. 
 The path is sunny as I go. 
 For Father leads me day by day. 
 
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draper for spiritual Plesiging 
 
 GOW true that we this knowledge seek, 
 That we may enter in, 
 And find sweet peace as we do read, 
 To keep and hold from sin. 
 
 Great God of love thy name is Love, 
 
 Now come and cover all, 
 While on us now thy spirit pour, 
 
 So that we ne'er shall fall. 
 
 So we will be hid from all view. 
 
 Except Thy face behold, 
 And as we gaze Thy love reflect. 
 
 Thy image to unfold. 
 
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^bibing antr 0htvinq 
 
 ^W^HEN in the midst of battle hot, 
 VA/ Our God is there to hold and sway, 
 If we but fight with strength from God, 
 We then shall conquer — yes, to-day. 
 
 I know the hand of love pursue, 
 Its mark made all along the way, 
 
 To lift us up, and safely o'er 
 Its footsteps into as we pray. 
 
 Oh, yes, dear friend, we do believe 
 Our God is good, and He is true. 
 
 In His own hand He guides us e'er. 
 Where we purpose and will pursue. 
 
 If we but follow in God's lead 
 We cannot fear to go astray. 
 
 The hand of God is holding fast, 
 He will abide, if we obey. 
 
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^iianiksigtbmg: 
 
 I THANK Thee, Father, for the truth, 
 And thank Thee for a thirst to teach 
 the youth. 
 I lay my pattern for to trace, 
 Tho darkness covers now my tearful face, 
 But Thou, dear Father, know my woe. 
 This hour to follow and to help me show, 
 Thy love can conquer every foe. 
 God never will forsake us where we go, 
 Good seed each day He helps us sow. 
 And holds us when we oft would stray, 
 And lengthen our true love just for to-day. 
 I pray the Lord the way show clear, 
 That I this day shall perfect be from fear. 
 
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^resfent Help 
 
 J^=vHE way is dark, I cannot see, dear 
 ^^y Father, hold my hand. 
 
 Adrift and out at sea am I, around me is 
 
 Thy band. 
 Linked in a clasp of love to hold me, I am Thine 
 
 I know, 
 For darkness covers all the path, the way in 
 
 which I go, 
 It seems to thicken and deface the path of 
 
 truth and right, 
 For I am sure I am walking now, but what is 
 
 there in sight? 
 I thank Thee for the One who came to j ust, 
 
 perfect and fit. 
 There in the place where peace is known so 
 
 happily I sit. 
 The Father wants the heart that trusts e'en 
 
 when we cannot see, 
 That we may know that we are led and fast- 
 ened firm to Thee. 
 The trust that comes by doing right and living 
 
 so to be 
 For God. He gives the test at times to prove 
 
 if we can see. 
 That life is perfect — it can heal when Spirit 
 
 comes to cure 
 The ills and aches of life. Besides it makes 
 
 the sinful pure, 
 
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For we are His and He is ours, and whatever 
 
 we want beside, 
 A present help in time of need, a Father's 
 
 hand to guide. 
 
 €ber KvuBt Him 
 
 CHE morn of life now grow, 
 The light of love is here. 
 Why should I go on mourning? 
 The path He guards, ne'er fear. 
 
 Hold to the hand that's strong, 
 The arm is strong, secure. 
 
 Why fret, or fear, or mourn. 
 When God enfolds you sure? 
 
 Dear child, on Him lean now, 
 And trust Him fully quite, 
 
 For when God's light shall dawn, 
 No danger 'bout the right. 
 
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Consiecratton 
 
 J^^HE Lord of knowledge, wisdom, truth, 
 
 ^^ Who has led me to age from youth, 
 
 I lay my offering at your feet. 
 
 My soul and body here to meet, 
 
 Thy holy presence, truth divine. 
 
 So bid our frame, the soul make thine. 
 
 Take all I am, take every part. 
 
 Cement the whole, and melt the heart. 
 
 May every thought just now conform 
 
 To hold Thy image in me born, 
 
 Seal then each part. Thy will to do. 
 
 An offering free I bring to you, 
 
 Be Thou my wisdom, strength, and love. 
 
 Let Thy sweet light shine from above ; 
 
 Let this same day Thy power let fall, 
 
 As I go forth to give to all. 
 
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5|eabenlj> Smprint 
 
 J^^HE imprint of the heavenly, so constant, 
 
 ^.^ so divine, 
 
 Shall weave its chain around us so the earth 
 
 with heaven shall twine, 
 The part and parcel given shall point to us our 
 
 heaven to see. 
 For flowing through our very land a stream of 
 
 life shall be. 
 
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I WANT, by cords held from above, 
 Drawn by Thy spirit, which tells of love. 
 I want to know I walk Thy way, 
 With ready hands Thy will obey. 
 I want my heart be filled with good, 
 So I shall act as best I could. 
 I want my tongue to sing Thy praise, 
 I want my eyes take in Thy rays. 
 I want my limbs kneel at Thy feet. 
 With head e'er bowed Th}^ blessing meet. 
 I want my frame move at Thy will, 
 Where e'er I'm wanted, or keep still. 
 I want the Spirit to tune us quite, 
 With God's own help, I shall live right. 
 I want my ears list to His praise. 
 Incense of love and goodness raise. 
 I want to shine each hour of time. 
 While on this earth I will be Thine. 
 
 38 
 
tKfje ^ourg ©egire 
 
 gOUR gold and silver I want none, 
 Expounding and talk as well, 
 But what I want is words of truth, 
 That in my heart shall dwell. 
 
 T'will help us up and o'er the road, 
 Where we some strength can feel ; 
 And know it is from God above, 
 To whom we truly kneel. 
 
 To know the truth and witness have, 
 Will tell us how to go, 
 And holds us back if we go wrong, 
 And seek the way to show. 
 
 There is a God, there is a way. 
 Where we may find true rest ; 
 It is in a sweet life of love, 
 And doing just our best. 
 
 [39] 
 
lie Heepetfi m^ 
 
 I AM holden now by love divine, 
 What trouble round thee can entwine? 
 His strong right arm shall us protect, 
 What fear can come to His elect? 
 So sweet He keeps us, day by day, 
 To walk with God the narrow way ; 
 Then, as we hold and clasp His hand, 
 The holy angels keep command, 
 To lift us in the path of truth. 
 Never to yield but hold our youth. 
 Then we are strong, valient, and true, 
 To do the best that we can do. 
 
 [40 
 
Win&tim'bnt^^ 
 
 CHE life that's lived for self alone, 
 Shall weak become and small; 
 But life we give to one and all, 
 Shall never, never fall. 
 
 Why, yes, it's all that we can give, 
 The best of things that we conceive, 
 
 'Tis joy to give this life away, 
 Far more than to receive. 
 
 For part of self was given out, 
 And strength it did impart, 
 
 So, if you, child, the same will do, 
 'Twill surely help your heart. 
 
 [41 
 
Hobe 
 
 I BRING to you a little flower, 
 Culled from the bower of truth; 
 You just take it and keep it pure, 
 Its breath is the perfume of youth. 
 
 Oh, see its beautiful make up, 
 Get close and near its heart. 
 
 And then drink in its spirit true. 
 Then you and I are one apart. 
 
 [42] 
 
^uritp 
 
 J^vHE tasks we learn are just the things we 
 ^^ need, 
 
 To prune and separate the crop from seed. 
 Thy will our portion and it must obey; 
 When God talks to us, hear and humbly pray, 
 Then to obey and run if He should send, 
 To do what you are bid, some wrong to mend. 
 Stand for the right and hold it strong and clear. 
 By following the Master e'en so near. 
 As to set right the evil and the wrong. 
 Which some so work to keep, but as a song. 
 Write what is true in words of your dear life. 
 And fight with Spirit's strength till end of 
 
 strife. 
 Whate'er is said and now whatever you do. 
 Let it not hold the evil thing or thinking too ; 
 But be a principle most firm behold, 
 Be bound to God your soul in Him unfold. 
 You then have touched the firm foundation 
 
 sure, 
 Our life will wake and the impure shall cure. 
 
 [43 
 
Jf aitfj in Barfenefisf 
 
 ©HE way is dark, I can not see; by Faith I 
 walk, no sight. 
 While God is fashioning me 'round, I know He 
 
 leads me right. 
 I can not see, I grope about; I try to feel my 
 
 way, 
 But God, who does the best for me, saith " I 
 
 will guide to-day." 
 The way seems long, for fear comes in and 
 
 entereth my soul. 
 But God has said: " I'm the way," and every- 
 thing control. 
 I seem to be so far from God, yet has said, "I 
 
 am here." 
 What is the matter with me now, the path it is 
 
 not clear ? 
 I think, I plan in different ways to enter into 
 
 light, 
 But can't succeed to know why I should wan- 
 der from the right. 
 I know that He is leading me, yet times I'm 
 
 sore depressed ; 
 I know this never ought to be — learning should 
 
 give me rest. 
 I can not tell what keepeth me from finding 
 
 perfect peace, 
 For I have given all to Him, and ought to be 
 
 at ease. 
 
 I 44] 
 
I pray my God to show me now what I most 
 
 need to do, 
 For I desire to enter in and walk the way with 
 
 You. 
 
 Wf^t (gates; oi <@ob 
 
 fO wondrous is the wealth our Father 
 gives, 
 
 If we will take the proffered cup that lives. 
 This is the essence of what is to be, 
 When pure and holy living ever see. 
 Our God a purpose had, also a plan, 
 And if inside this purpose now each man, 
 The Gates of God are open wide apart. 
 The doors of entrance for the human heart. 
 
 [45 
 
J^^HE day is bright so I can see the way 
 
 VhX ahead, 
 
 I thank Thee heartily for thy dear Son who 
 
 bled, 
 The way was dark and tempest brooded very 
 
 near. 
 The path that I had chosen was not bright nor 
 
 clear. 
 But then the precious Lord and Friend did 
 
 surely hear. 
 The prayer I offered up to Him without a 
 
 fear. 
 And coming close He gently whispered soft 
 
 and clear, 
 " So I the bane of life have lifted for a year." 
 That is, to own the gift from God, my Father 
 
 dear, 
 Who now drives from my wakeful eye the fall- 
 ing tear. 
 And puts my feet upon a standard high to get, 
 The great high God to cause my will to do it 
 
 yet. 
 This when accomplished shall in future years 
 
 take on 
 This life, and then ascend to Him who dearly 
 
 won. 
 
 [46] 
 
tKrutti 
 
 HELP me, dear Father, so to write Thy 
 words I would express, 
 And as I write the thoughts diffuse that truth 
 
 I shall confess. 
 Speak then through me and let me have Thy 
 
 only will and power. 
 Seal then my lips so when to talk I shall inspire 
 
 each hour; 
 And those who never know this truth shall 
 
 fervent take a part ; 
 Fill Thou me full, so humbly here I shall touch 
 
 many a heart. 
 The influence of this work and truth scatter 
 
 and let it flow. 
 Show to all Christians far and wide they ought 
 
 the truth to know. 
 Let them just see that God is Lord and would 
 
 restore our youth. 
 Which we have lost by lust and sin, help them 
 
 to see the truth. 
 
 [47] 
 
?.ibms tibe tCrut^ 
 
 OH, could I tell so it would touch the hearts 
 of living men, 
 So it would force them to believe, accept it 
 
 there and then, 
 We are a generation here of lust, and sin, and 
 
 woe, 
 Because we do not understand the truth or let 
 
 it grow. 
 We do not care to know the truth or listen so 
 
 to hear, 
 We wish it were not spoke about nor made to 
 
 us so clear, 
 For if we have the light to shine, the greater 
 
 is our sin ; 
 For when it has been shown to us that lust 
 
 comes from within, 
 Unless we give it up, great woe shall follow us 
 
 alway, 
 And we must answer to our God for what we 
 
 do each day. 
 But when a light breaks on our path each day 
 
 if we but look. 
 And when our hearts are full of lust how can we 
 
 read His book. 
 We then must answer for each sin, God calls 
 
 us to account. 
 If thus informed we do not try the sin in us to 
 
 rout. 
 
 148] 
 
If we attempt to be both pure and good and 
 
 sow, 
 And looking down God pities us, His mercy 
 
 who can know, 
 He calls us to account, each hour he speaks 
 
 into the soul. 
 We hear his voice but not so clear as waiting to 
 
 be told, 
 Why wholeness means complete in Him, to 
 
 love alone His power. 
 Not wishing any thoughts our own, nor acting 
 
 sin one hour. 
 By thus becoming pure within we shall then 
 
 upward grow. 
 Made strong in thoughts which are divine we 
 
 shall His spirit show. 
 
 149] 
 
Celestial jFire 
 
 'LL is now well; it's better so, my child, 
 The battle which you fight to overcome, 
 Will thus arouse you up to surely fill. 
 The place where you can toil and neatly till. 
 Begone, brave heart, the victory you catch. 
 Let not the glow of it now faith untach. 
 But light the fire of joy and secret peace. 
 Dwell in this atmosphere, and so increase. 
 The place to speak is consecrated ground, 
 Where then shall fall to scatter all around. 
 The seed for souls anointed to convey. 
 So life will flow, fulfill each sacred day. 
 So fear no more; to rest, and trust, and lay 
 Your weapons down, look up His holy way; 
 He is your strength, must ever, ever be; 
 So come, my darling brave, and worship me. 
 
 [SO 
 
5op of ^txhitt 
 
 I LOVE to write, I love to sing, 
 The song God gave how sweet within, 
 As swift as arrow or a dart. 
 The message comes quick to our heart. 
 Our hope springs up so many times. 
 When bright the Hght how sweet the rhymes 
 That speak of God, of home, of heaven, 
 Of good things bought and to us given, 
 They whisper secrets hid from sight. 
 Till crying brings them out to light. 
 We grasp them for a moment's time. 
 Praise be to God, for time, of thine, 
 And every whispering note we raise, 
 Be filled with our unselfish praise. 
 
 [511 
 
CJe tEoucf) 
 
 y^^OUCH this pen and touch this paper, let 
 
 ^^ it be a burning taper, 
 
 Touch the word and touch the thought, Thine 
 
 the impress that is wrought, 
 Touch me, Lord, now touch Thou me, as I give 
 
 myself to Thee. 
 Touch me with the hand of love, guide this 
 
 message from above. 
 Touch me with the living fire, with Thy Spirit 
 
 now inspire. 
 Touch, Oh, touch and make complete, sitting 
 
 at the Mercy seat, 
 Touch the body and this soul, melting till I 
 
 am made whole. 
 Touch my eyes and touch my lips, as Thy 
 
 Holy Word I sip. 
 Touch my ears and touch my hair, taking from 
 
 my life all care, 
 Touch my limbs and touch my feet, all in me 
 
 to be complete. 
 Touch me now and cover o'er, while Thy spirit 
 
 it doth pour. 
 Touch my fingers and my hands, binding only 
 
 living bands. 
 Touch me now this very hour, till I know and 
 
 feel Thy power. 
 Touch me, touch me for to-day, so I'll walk the 
 
 loving way. 
 
 152] 
 
Touch me with a love divine, and Thy arms 
 
 around me twine. 
 Touch this frame and make complete from the 
 
 crown unto the feet. 
 Touch, Oh, touch and make complete, while 
 
 I'm waiting at Thy feet, 
 Touch me with the rest above, clothe and fill 
 
 me with Thy love. 
 Touch me God, this morning touch, I am 
 
 asking, Oh, so much. 
 Touch me with belief to-day, that the clouds 
 
 may pass away. 
 Touch these eyes that I may see nothing day 
 
 by day but Thee, 
 Touch with faith I shall receive, while I stand- 
 ing do believe, 
 Tell me am I whole or not, every member, 
 
 every spot ? 
 Father, can it be that Thou can give unto me 
 
 just now ? 
 Lord the touch I'll claim as now, before Thee 
 
 I shall low bow. 
 
 [53] 
 
atiobe tfje Conquesst 
 
 HREE from all anxious thought, 
 Free from all care and strife, 
 We are now striving hard to keep, 
 The faith all through this life. 
 
 We hold the principle conquest. 
 We keep in tune with right, 
 
 I lay myself the altar on. 
 To shed forth Christly light. 
 
 I am now lifted far above, 
 The conquest o'er 'tis true. 
 
 Live up to the light now within, 
 His grace shall come to you. 
 
 154 
 
STempteb 
 
 I KNOW we're tempted to turn from the 
 right, 
 If to God anchored the way will be light, 
 I know the evil that comes with our birth. 
 Mine have I known since I lived on this earth, 
 I have battled hard to lay at His feet, 
 This tree and its branches, wholly complete, 
 I find it is still there, and oft succumb 
 To great temptations as Thy Kingdom come, 
 To say I'm free I will not tell a lie, 
 Though better I seem when in earnest try, 
 But what's the matter, can not understand, 
 God knows I wish to take hold of His hand, 
 I want to love Him, I just want to grow 
 On into goodness, a true life to show. 
 It's Satan's plot, that longing life to crush, 
 The Holy Spirit can not be lost thus. 
 It is the stronger and will not give way, 
 With me forever and ever will stay. 
 
 [SS] 
 
?|eatienlj> SfeU^efe 
 
 CHE costly jewels He has given, to show 
 the world His worth, 
 Around us He has thrown them all, to hide the 
 
 things of earth : 
 They are so precious in His keeping, He gave 
 
 them us to see, 
 That we should know them sure how precious 
 
 they could be, 
 So costly, yes, so costly that His life did pay 
 
 for you, 
 And now before us He has laid them, Christ 
 
 our Lord, so true, 
 So we our model follow, holding high the 
 
 banner love. 
 Our souls they melt within to draw all things 
 
 to God above. 
 The dews of heaven now fall and shall decend 
 
 in sweet perfume, 
 The gladness of our life shall surely shine like 
 
 midday noon, 
 The morning of our action it shall scatter all 
 
 the gloom, 
 The blessed sun is shining bright to warm, to 
 
 bud, and bloom. 
 Our God has given sweet tokens of love to use 
 
 for you and me. 
 He wants thanksgiving, shining through our 
 
 precious souls to see; 
 
 [56] 
 
The influence of our action like a crystal 
 
 flashing bright, 
 Reflect the whole demeanor when He turns 
 
 upon us light. 
 Now this is seeing and knowing, too, God 
 
 stands near us in view; 
 Just now He leads the way, and shows us all 
 
 the things to do, 
 He holds the candle close to us, our stepping 
 
 in each place 
 Shall be with sight while we then move, and 
 
 marks the path to trace. 
 Our Father gives us jewels and we don't know 
 
 how to use, 
 Above us they are shining, and dazzling eyes, 
 
 so we refuse. 
 He holds before our vision now to tempt us 
 
 out His way, 
 While His own voice from heaven calls, come 
 
 on, oh, come to-day. 
 He calls to lead, to help to teach, to hold, the 
 
 burden bear. 
 The light above us shines sure to reflect to 
 
 know His care; 
 The jewels, then the precious jewels, will drop 
 
 at our feet, 
 And stooping we will gather, all the blessings 
 
 to repeat. 
 Our work divine is human too, when helpless 
 
 m.en we touch. 
 With love from God on high, we serve for 
 
 fallen man a crutch. 
 
 [57 1 
 
jForgibenegs; anb Jfreebom 
 
 OVER the ice and snow I see beyond, 
 above, 
 What time will give us later in signs of His love, 
 The sun will melt in winter time, to bring the 
 
 spring, 
 The brook will sing and bubble o'er every- 
 thing, 
 So washing, cleansing, flowing, shall wake the 
 
 flower, 
 Sweet harbinger of spring that calls us to her 
 
 bower, 
 Shall speak of life and God, what He has 
 
 planned to be. 
 As years roll onward and our Father's face we 
 
 see, 
 We lovingly confess that He is all supreme. 
 The touch of nature, life, awakes as from a 
 
 dream, 
 To God who is our Lord, and loves us better 
 
 still 
 Than we think possible when we bow to His 
 
 will. 
 O blessed Father, who awoke the flowers of 
 
 spring. 
 In our own hearts this morn, so we shall joyous 
 
 sing 
 Of God's great love in being, and plant it so 
 
 secure 
 
 [58] 
 
That we, the Son of Righteousness shall 
 
 touch and cure, 
 A cure for what is vile, a touch of love divine, 
 That is one holy life, we can all truth define. 
 
 blessed Master pure, who has in store for me, 
 A better understanding of what life should be. 
 Pardon each great offense, and teach me so to 
 
 see. 
 That love is the kingdom that I should take 
 
 from Thee, 
 Then I the power know, I may be sweet indeed 
 
 1 may draw strength from Thee, a better pur- 
 
 pose feed, 
 Guard Thou my every act, and seal me Thine 
 
 to be. 
 Thy patience new each morn, forgive and set 
 
 me free. 
 
 59 
 
2Crue all tfje tKime 
 
 CLASPED in the Infinite, what can I fear, 
 God over all to perfect and to cheer? 
 Days may be dark and light shall disappear, 
 But God is at the helm, why should I fear? 
 Trust Him, I must believe what He has said, 
 Receive His promises, the way I tread. 
 God is sufficient, now God shall me guide ; 
 Why should I fear when close by His own side ? 
 Nothing can harm me if I to Him look ; 
 Of this I am so sure — comes from the Book. 
 Then I can prove it hour by hour each day, 
 That he is sufficient to guide the way. 
 Then why not trust Him, look into His face? 
 He will lead us in His pathway to trace. 
 So lean on Him, His arm will sure support. 
 On His own bosom rest to enter port. 
 We then are safe from danger and all fear. 
 To find the place ready to hold, my dear. 
 So fret and worry not but learn to cling 
 On the great heart of God, your praises sing. 
 Though it be cloudy now the sun doth shine. 
 Where you behold Him, and will last all time. 
 
 160 
 
jFruitage 
 
 ©IS SABBATH morn, so precious sweet, 
 With breezes blowing, Fall to greet; 
 The Summer passed, the Autumn here, 
 Laden with fruit of the past year. 
 God never shirks His part to do. 
 And why should I? or why should you? 
 Get up and out and do your part. 
 And thus relieve your burdened heart. 
 Do for the million who are near. 
 And for the million coming here. 
 Stand in your place, put forth your hand, 
 To hold from out the seething band, 
 From sin and wrong, from ruin quite, 
 Work now and always with your might. 
 
 [61] 
 
Ko ^tanb 
 
 XHAVE been fired and sealed the moulten 
 leaden mass, 
 A thing of shape did mould, my soul been 
 
 cleansed at last. 
 For years, unsightly things from out my life 
 
 were seen. 
 But now Vm fired with Spirit, His image bear. 
 I sought the truth divine; He gave it unto me, 
 That I shall all o'ercome, for love shall set me 
 
 free, 
 Free from the dross of earthly things turned 
 
 now to power. 
 For God is mine and I am His, to live each 
 
 hour. 
 A great desire within me burned — be purified 
 That I could now reflect His love, to Him I 
 
 cried. 
 He heard my voice and entered in to fill with 
 
 joy, 
 A peace He gave, no tongue can tell, without 
 
 alloy. 
 Swift as the apple of the eye came from above, 
 And angels entered in to seal me by His love. 
 God gave it all so sacred sure, me to accept, 
 Our own to take, it entered in so soft it crept, 
 I know not how it did get in, but out came 
 
 life 
 
 62] 
 
To stay the weak, to cleanse the fruit, and end 
 
 all strife, 
 A heritage to hold inheritance by right, 
 But only will He give when seeking for the 
 
 light. 
 Then enter in, that we may know His power, 
 The rest of faith will surely strengthen you 
 
 each hour. 
 Our God is all. He holds the rein within His 
 
 hand. 
 And we can only take when linked with God 
 
 we stand. 
 
 [63 
 
mt Wtb of life 
 
 nIS mantle now is o'er me thrown, and I 
 do feel His power, 
 For o'er my soul like birds that sing comes 
 
 incense every hour. 
 God holds the threads of time, to weave and 
 
 spin our earthly life, 
 The woof of time is meshes strong, to hold us 
 
 back from strife. 
 A net- work, it consists of squares to count the 
 
 work each day. 
 And twisted treads, like answered prayer, to 
 
 hold us on our way. 
 Then as the shuttle flies across, from side to 
 
 side is spun 
 A fabric fine, or coarse, may be, whatever in 
 
 life has been done. 
 Sometimes 'tis soft, with silken threads, with 
 
 lustre like the star. 
 Sometimes 'tis coarse and vulgar cloth, to 
 
 show us what we are. 
 Days we are made of cotton thread, so we can 
 
 then be white. 
 For this will wash and can be so before an- 
 other night. 
 Then other days we're made of wool, some is 
 
 as dark as night. 
 And this is hard to wash, you know, or ever to 
 
 look bright. 
 
 [64] 
 
Then we are mixed and covered o'er, in patterns 
 
 His design, 
 Some lovely form and feature made, for Love 
 
 alone did twine. 
 There are some fabrics made to suit our own 
 
 dear willful mind, 
 Where only just impurity, the pattern would 
 
 not shine. 
 This must cut off, it has no worth, mistakes 
 
 are covered o'er. 
 But He has set a pattern life, with Love 
 
 wrought o'er and o'er, 
 Which we're to take, our pattern make, and 
 
 never let it go. 
 For Jesus is the pattern life, and living we shall 
 
 know 
 Whether within 'tis wrought in gold, to 
 
 brighten as we wear. 
 Or whether one dim line destroys the image 
 
 that is there. 
 
 65] 
 
®r«e Jfrienbs: 
 
 W 
 
 [HO are our friends? What is a friend? 
 One who will suffer, help, defend, 
 One who will stand to help in stress, 
 The fallen and the weak impress, 
 One who will go and help them up, 
 Aid on in life and lift the cup. 
 Are you in need, my sister dear? 
 Then we will come and bring you cheer. 
 All of our sorrows come from sin. 
 So stand you up cleansed from within. 
 No purpose must you leave undone, 
 Till you this battle here have won. 
 Come, sister dear, hold on, revere 
 The name of God and now draw near, 
 Give all you are and what you've been. 
 To God, our Lord, the great unseen. 
 Give all you have, each spot and stain, 
 That your young life may glow again, 
 That naught but love may there remain, 
 And you shall rest in peace again. 
 
 [66 
 
Ctrts^tmas; Ba|>ss 
 
 J^^HE Christmas days are passing now, 
 Wmy Which have brought forth good cheer, 
 For to them we can surely send 
 Our love, to them most dear. 
 
 The Christmas sweet with Holy Spirit, 
 
 Still hovering o'er to bind 
 Our hearts in love, to one another; 
 
 United in one mind. 
 
 Our days are passing onward quick, 
 
 While we drop words of love ; 
 On this new happy Christmas day. 
 
 Now drop thoughts from above. 
 
 167] 
 
Crucifieb 
 
 ^Y^HEN we do end our strife, we mortals 
 
 Vi/ here below, 
 
 Why, when we cease from work as God once 
 
 did, you know, 
 When we will carry burdens as He did the 
 
 cruel cross. 
 Then when is set, we crucified are surely lost. 
 Then comes a new creation, one in Christ 
 
 secure. 
 And we are then partakers of the Spirit pure. 
 When we have taken this we dwell no more in 
 
 sin, 
 But a new life the Christ He gives — the saint 
 
 begin. 
 If this our portion is, why don't we take, 
 
 possess? 
 That which shall bring, and to the world con- 
 fess, 
 That we are free from sin, from sickness we are 
 
 free, 
 No plague can touch our dwelling place, from 
 
 sea to sea. 
 Emanuel God with us, to keep, to hold us 
 
 still, 
 If we are crucified, we live His perfect will. 
 His plans complete, His precepts carried 
 
 strictly out. 
 
 [68 
 
Which places us within, while broadcast thrown 
 about 
 
 Are seeds of love just come from Him who 
 dwells on high, 
 
 Where all the way is joy, His presence helps 
 us fly. 
 
 So upward to a lofty height we scarce could 
 reach. 
 
 When our own self has dropped, we then are 
 fit to teach. 
 
 The vessel it is filled, no putrid thing contain. 
 
 But from the throne of God comes righteous- 
 ness to reign. 
 
 [69 
 
^igfjt 
 
 ^¥^HEN others you love you meet most 
 \mJ every hour, 
 
 To get a sight of them and of their power. 
 So is the Christ, within, Him go to see, 
 To learn of riches which He holds for thee. 
 Thou go and secretly so none can hear, 
 Tell all about yourself; my child don't fear. 
 Then take His truth and lean so hard on Him, 
 So to be led from wrong, and guile, and sin. 
 Turn up your face, my friend, turn to the light, 
 So to reflect the mind of Christ aright. 
 
 Do life is worth our living when it holds the 
 sense of sin, 
 Crush out, my sister, let it never, never once 
 
 come in. 
 T'will help us to be stronger, where in union 
 
 we can work. 
 For God, humanity, if from it we shall never 
 
 shirk. 
 We surely want the strength of goodness, truth 
 
 and love and right. 
 To make us pure and good, help others in 
 
 this precious light. 
 
 [70] 
 
title Wilhtxm^^ 
 
 OAYS follow days. Oh! how they fly, 
 The weeks and months and years pass 
 
 by, 
 While God has given us much joy, 
 And filled our hearts, our lives employ. 
 In doing good and reaping worth, 
 Of what we have while here on earth. 
 The past has been, the future there. 
 In God's own hand, He will declare; 
 The Book when open shall tell you, 
 The life of His dear children true. 
 What we have sown, what we have lost, 
 Not being true, we count the cost. 
 When blessing on us shall survey. 
 From crown of head to feet on clay. 
 While overwhelmed will be success. 
 When we with God shall wear His dress. 
 With God in us and all reside. 
 We'll let Him ever lead and guide. 
 
 [71 
 
m for tfje Pegt 
 
 IT is a strange thing so to do, a kicking 
 up the dust; 
 I well remember when one day with brush in 
 
 hand I must 
 From window blinds that're black with dust 
 
 sweep all the dust away, 
 But more dust came instead, it seemed yet 
 
 clean were they. 
 But now in kicking up a dust a dirtiness was 
 
 made, 
 And after all my arduous work, the dust was 
 
 surely laid. 
 For then in kicking up the dust which seemed 
 
 to make the more, 
 I found that after all I then could sweep it 
 
 from the floor. 
 The blinds they were the cleaner far, and other 
 
 things were neat. 
 And what seemed j ust of rubbish was so whole- 
 some and complete. 
 You see it pays the dust to stir that we may get 
 
 it out, 
 And though the same, yet more has taken on 
 
 another rout. 
 So we, our thoughts, need stirring up to take 
 
 another line. 
 We do not always think aright and holy 
 
 thoughts confine. 
 
 [72] 
 
So we must be thus shaken up and kicked 
 about a while, 
 
 Then we awake to better things and take an- 
 other style. 
 
 A style of sluggishness we hold it seems to 
 fold us round, 
 
 Yet we do need the thing that breaks the bands 
 that keep us bound. 
 
 So rest, dear child, the light is come and will 
 the way direct, 
 
 The onward march is upward, and will make 
 you stand erect. 
 
 [73] 
 
Kxm^misisiion 
 
 HEREDITY is giving up to one's own race, 
 From grandfather down through the 
 
 weary age to trace, 
 Of son and grandson: all the print ne'er fail 
 
 be there, 
 Whate'er our lives now are, the truth will sure 
 
 declare. 
 If evil will predominate, this stamp is made 
 In each succeeding race from mother to the maid. 
 If purity foremost, the outgrowth will it tell 
 For what we are, in flesh the stamp will surely 
 
 dwell. 
 If we intemperate shall be, and love the cup 
 One generation from another will come up. 
 Whate'er we are will quick be stamped for to 
 
 reveal. 
 The sins of father, on our children there to seal. 
 The race we would lift up, touch human 
 
 creatures here. 
 First by beginning to be pure my children dear. 
 What we would have the future race of men 
 
 well know, 
 We must live it ourselves, to prove that it is so. 
 We each one hand it down, as a signboard to see, 
 The life of our within on this great family tree. 
 The life that we would trace, must it our own 
 
 contain, 
 So future years' posterity shall hold no stain. 
 
 [74] 
 
tCjje J&iber ^oxhm 
 
 J^vHE Jordan stream we cross, just at this 
 
 V-i^ time, 
 
 The opening of earth, the gorge entwine, 
 
 In sight the port that we would surely make: 
 
 So beautiful, we can not overtake. 
 
 The landscape just before us, all to view; 
 
 It follows all along, the stream runs through; 
 
 High ranges near us straight upward to look. 
 
 All just about is like a book; 
 
 The hand of God it doth entwine. 
 
 His footprints always there to shine. 
 
 We journey East, dear friends, to see 
 
 Our heavenly home, that home for me. 
 
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tKfte Mtvtp ^eat 
 
 [OFT o'er my soul comes droppings of the 
 everlasting love, 
 And gives me peace and gladness, reaching to 
 
 the throne above. 
 Its droppings, joy inspires, and lifts me to a 
 
 higher plane. 
 Where no thought will distract me, telling of a 
 
 worldly gain; 
 A sweetness pours about me like the dews of 
 
 early morn. 
 And gladness that awakes me is new life 
 
 within me born. 
 Such gladness is beyond me, of its presence 
 
 none can tell. 
 Though we do try each day, as it comes with 
 
 us here to dwell. 
 Ambitions will destroy it, honor seeking to 
 
 remain. 
 Will take on wings and fly beyond to leave a 
 
 speck and stain. 
 We mortals, empty handed, enter now the 
 
 portal door, 
 Our heart and temple being might resound 
 
 with good to pour. 
 Our action, it is written, in God's book to come 
 
 to light. 
 
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What's hid will be revealed, we shall see with 
 
 the perfect light. 
 Be careful what you're sowing, let no seed once 
 
 take a root, 
 What's not good fruit in growing, leaving 
 
 only murky soot. 
 He calleth! do you hear him? He will give the 
 
 gift to day. 
 Now waiting, be ye ready to receive the good 
 
 and pray. 
 Come now, take what you've dearly earned, 
 
 it's yours, oh, yes, complete. 
 Our conscience, pure and holy, holds us to the 
 
 mercy seat. 
 
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WtU^ of Wattv 
 
 OH make a well of water of me so pure all 
 the time, 
 Just like a fountain flows, so to be clear as 
 
 wine. 
 Make me to stand, and go with every influence 
 
 sweet, 
 A bubbling fountain, throwing water from Thy 
 
 feet. 
 To quench the thirst of man, and bird, and 
 
 lowly beast. 
 Let me the outlet of what will the more in- 
 crease ; 
 To stand in my own place, a fountain flowing 
 
 high. 
 An ever-bursting fountain that will never dry. 
 A fountain ever lifting waters toward the sky, 
 To be firmfplanted here on earth, always to 
 
 try. 
 You thus become a fountain of the truth and 
 
 light, 
 These thoughts to throw 'bout me to lift men 
 
 up to right. 
 Oh, keep me bubbling with Thy influence 
 
 sweet divine. 
 But not begin to boil, so I will loose the wine. 
 This is the way, too often, when ourselves we 
 
 look, 
 
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We then behold how big we are, no question 
 
 brook, 
 Then we begin to think, I'll run myself this 
 
 fount ; 
 When lo, behold! it's dry; no water of account; 
 Because we strike the rock as Moses did of 
 
 yore. 
 We must keep humble e'er and let God in us 
 
 pour; 
 Then we shall wells of water be so sweet and 
 
 pure, 
 For God our Father knows what each one can 
 
 endure. 
 
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Kfit ^notp ^torm 
 
 OH beautiful and lovely morn, I gaze the 
 view to take, 
 I wish that I could paint it, with a brush the 
 
 whiteness take, 
 In all its lovely shapes and forms, in cords of 
 
 silver roll. 
 In what I see in person, it does fill my very soul. 
 It is a lovely picture bright, for stump and box 
 
 and tree 
 Are covered like the rolls of cotton white, so 
 
 grand to see. 
 I wish that I could paint it true, so you it could 
 
 behold. 
 It is a lovely picture rare, my garden doth un- 
 fold. 
 Comes whispering the spirit, and breathing 
 
 softly to mine. 
 And filling me with praises loud, and speaking 
 
 "I am thine." 
 My Father wrote this clearly out on every 
 
 bush and tree. 
 So that I might look at the beauty there for you 
 
 and me. 
 How kind and how considerate to His own 
 
 children here. 
 To make and paint in beauty, this white dress 
 
 so bright and clear. 
 
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I look and look to take it in, to give it out I may 
 But who can write its beauty, what He has so 
 
 fashioned, pray. 
 I gaze and gaze with rapture sweet, my inmost 
 
 soul to fill. 
 And wish that I could write it out, while it is 
 
 white and still. 
 The beauty of this storm of snow, so short and 
 
 yet so grand, 
 Has covered every tree and shrub, all over 
 
 this broad land. 
 They look like ribbons bright and wove across 
 
 from side to side, 
 With just a shadow dark beneath its beauty 
 
 more to hide. 
 It holds the fluffy whiteness soft, on this cold 
 
 winter day. 
 The fullness of good measure so complete in 
 
 every way. 
 The birds upon the boughs shake off as they 
 
 about do hop 
 From twig to twig are flying fast its roll 
 
 on line will drop. 
 The wind is hovering softly o'er they do se- 
 curely hold. 
 The rain now coming helps to make and to 
 
 perfect the mould. 
 Oh, yes, the wind has spilled a bit and shook 
 
 some at our feet. 
 We see the rugged beauty as the branches o'er 
 
 us meet. 
 
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So God in his infinite love will cover us with 
 
 snow. 
 Not that which melts so soon, but that which 
 
 makes us whiter grow. 
 
 igature ®f)ougi)ts( 
 
 [HE lilies of the valley sweet 
 
 With their green leaves all 'round our 
 
 feet, 
 Like sunbeams peeping from your cot, 
 Like jewels bright to bless our lot. 
 
 You hide your heads when night comes nigh, 
 
 And fold it up as if to die. 
 
 The lilac drops, summer is here. 
 
 The birds sing sweetly now to cheer. 
 
 Pinks all in bloom, Sweet William too. 
 All nations' flower comes to view, 
 Perfume that brings its sweet refrain, 
 With lily cups to catch the rain. 
 
 The wind it sweeps and blows its might ; 
 All earth is joyful with the light; 
 All nature sends to God its praise, 
 Let us to God our voices raise. 
 
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ifWarfeetii 
 
 J^xHE way is marked, the plan is laid, 
 ^^ So step ye out, be not afraid ; 
 Do now your best, be strong in God, 
 And work it out beneath the rod. 
 For in His time will stand complete, 
 The work begun, sit at His feet. 
 Your way. His way — how can it be? 
 Well, look around and you shall see 
 That what seems strange it is not so. 
 For God holds you while here below. 
 To you it seems you hold the line. 
 But just beneath His hands doth twine, 
 And deep and firm the plan is laid, 
 God at the head — be not afraid ; 
 Go on, brave heart, go on and dare 
 To stand alone. His way declare. 
 Forever 'neath His wings to fold. 
 Hold thou me true in thought, in soul. 
 My Father! help me to possess. 
 By thinking right, all to confess ; 
 Come, seal the pledge and firm abide, 
 To make me strong, close at Thy side. 
 
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 J^^HE ticket is your passport true, to enter 
 
 W<^ heaven above, 
 
 Your character it represents, if you are filled 
 
 with love. 
 You can not take another, and be sure you will 
 
 get in. 
 For on yourselves you then must lean, if life 
 
 you want to win. 
 For God looks at the heart and act, in concert 
 
 must agree, 
 To show inside and outside too, of what we 
 
 ought to be. 
 We can not cover up evil or what we think in 
 
 soul, 
 We must bear on our face, the stamp to show a 
 
 perfect mould. 
 We have been building dwellings, whatever 
 
 we've built is ours. 
 If it be built of granite hard, it will last days 
 
 and hours ; 
 If it be built of stubble weak, it will sure blow 
 
 away. 
 If you can not a ticket show, must have no 
 
 word to say. 
 It must be stamped by Maker firm, and He will 
 
 look to see ; 
 And if His name, child, is not there, what good 
 
 'twill be to thee. 
 
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Mo=lLitms^t "Fote isi Ho^t 
 
 'LL hope is lost in Worcester here, 
 A struggle comes another year, 
 Yes, license, misery and sin, 
 When homes made sad by beer and gin. 
 What must we do? why, grin and bear, 
 What we can't help, give not a care. 
 Must we sit still and fold our hands? 
 No! up and doing in all the lands. 
 To save the lost, to keep from sin, 
 The friend we love hope thus to win. 
 We must our part take up in prayer, 
 We all must work and do our share. 
 Hold up the right to show the way. 
 From darkness to a perfect day. 
 Stand in your place nor take on fear. 
 But press right on from year to year. 
 God is for right to give us might. 
 And win at last for truth and right. 
 
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 HLASH out, bright meteor, flash out and 
 shine to-day. 
 Let not the darkness come or ever with me stay; 
 But break the hours of lengthy grief or woe or 
 
 sin. 
 And let the ruddy glow of God's own warmth 
 
 come in 
 To warm me into love so I shall Him sure see, 
 The everlasting Father, Prince of Peace, to be. 
 Let in the light, break off evil and every wrong. 
 And put into my soul the sweetest, sweetest 
 
 song; 
 Write in it words of gladness and the thoughts 
 
 of praise, 
 Help me to live the highest, so God's glory 
 
 raise. 
 Shout loud and long, then upward Godward 
 
 take its flight. 
 That I thus Godward go shall be myself all 
 
 right. 
 The angel Gabriel true shall flash it o'er the 
 
 earth, 
 While sons and daughters sing, proclaim lost 
 
 man's new birth. 
 Hosanna to the highest, ceaseless songs 
 
 awake. 
 Shout out, the record that some other ones will 
 
 take. 
 
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When this has been accompHshed well and 
 
 been fulfilled, 
 The gladness of our God our bosom it has 
 
 thrilled. 
 So onward press victorious, the fight have won, 
 In future life God seals us when our work is 
 
 done. 
 
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<gob tlje (great S^f^p^itim 
 
 This poem is the last that Mrs. Graton wrote during 
 the last week of her life. 
 
 I'VE taken God for my healer, 
 For all the days of earthly life, 
 And peace, like a fair flowing flood. 
 Has washed away now all my strife. 
 
 I'm cleansed and pure and fine, behold, 
 For the dear Lord has raised me up; 
 
 In His own bosom rest and lean, 
 With Him shall I now live and sup. 
 
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?|im 3 ^ee 
 
 X THANK Thee, Father, for Thy love and 
 tender care to me; 
 What could I do if I did not Thy face and 
 
 image see! 
 I look, behold Thy goodness, transparent love 
 
 divine. 
 And as it comes to stay with me I lean the 
 
 harder twine, 
 So like a tendril am I borne with Thine own 
 
 arm aloft, 
 That I keep climbing all the time. Thy face to 
 
 see it oft. 
 It doth inspire to lead me on Thy path so true 
 
 to trace. 
 That as the rubbish drops away I know Thy 
 
 likeness face. 
 It perfect true and sweet becomes, I know 
 
 that it is so, 
 For I have gazed so oft before Thy perfect 
 
 love to know. 
 It prints itself upon my brow, a likeness of 
 
 Thine own 
 A stamp divine for me to wear my every 
 
 thought to tone. 
 It doth uplift to help me on Thy way to turn 
 
 to flee. 
 Thy radiant glory it I find and I find it in Thee. 
 
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^tbben ^h)a|> Sn <@ob 
 
 I'M hid with my Saviour, completely hid 
 To step straight out on Faith, and do 
 as bid. 
 I've given myself, I've nothing now to do 
 But just to walk forward, His way pursue. 
 He has the reins within his own strong hand 
 With bit and bridle ready to command. 
 The cart is loaded with every good thing. 
 And I'm to take seat as I let Him in. 
 All these good things lie low now at my feet. 
 So I'll let Him drive me — when hungry eat, 
 I look all 'round me, such strange things be- 
 hold, 
 What they are like can ne'er be plainly told. 
 I can't tell how many queer things I see. 
 The load about me doth make the heart free: 
 There are things for the body and the soul; 
 There are fine visions, and great pans of gold ; 
 There are the diamonds sparkling all so bright, 
 And now I want it to hold to the light; 
 Cloths for the body and love for the heart, 
 And such fine plans in which to take a part. 
 Songs for the living and songs for the dead ; 
 Papers to read and books that are much read ; 
 There are lessons to learn and signs to give; 
 Help for the weak as they shall try to live; 
 Baskets of goodies and blessings divine; 
 Cheer for the million and stairs we must climb; 
 
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The heights to gain and valleys long to run; 
 
 Hills for to reach and songs that shall be sung ; 
 
 Work for all hands and some one must then 
 lift; 
 
 Kind words to speak and bad ones also sift; 
 
 Deeds to accomplish which toucheth the heart, 
 
 Where we can work and each can do our part ; 
 
 Tokens of evil and tokens of good; 
 
 There are fine works not yet quite under- 
 stood ; 
 
 The Bibles many and the praise is so loud, 
 
 In verse and hymn to call most all the crowd; 
 
 There are battles to fight, victories to win; 
 
 And some take hold to keep others from sin; 
 
 I can't tell you half that this cart doth hold. 
 
 Thoughts good and bad to fit to any mold. 
 
 There are true hearts and lives that now are 
 pure, 
 
 And many a jewel for us secure. 
 
 But best of all is the sweet form divine 
 
 Whose word and promise said they are all 
 mine. 
 
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I SPOILED my pen and paper too, as oft 
 had done before, 
 For I was not in harmony to open wide the 
 
 door, 
 The door that leads me heavenward and where 
 
 often I go, 
 And upward the decending too, to touch each 
 
 one you know. 
 To call their thoughts thus up to seek the 
 
 bright and shining way. 
 Reflect this image of our God and shine o'er 
 
 us to-day. 
 To catch His spirit true, and catch a deeper, 
 
 longer glow, 
 Of what we know the meaning is, to walk with 
 
 Him below, 
 And now this minute to touch Him that it 
 
 may fall and fill, 
 Whatever now betides thee child, it comes 
 
 through Jesus still. 
 While o'ver us, it flows to wash so clean all 
 
 sin away, 
 To make our hearts more holy be, so He will 
 
 live and stay 
 Within our very being, and give us the depths 
 
 to feel, 
 To have at last the consciousness that we are 
 
 fully healed. 
 
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Are we then pushing forward brave, and are 
 
 we reaching up, 
 To take the Lord's divine command, to drink 
 
 it from the cup? 
 We walk, we run, when led by His divine com- 
 mand, 
 Proclaiming loud the word, go forth alone to 
 
 firmly stand. 
 Sometimes upon the mountain top, sometimes 
 
 on desert drear, 
 That our own tasks may ready be when God 
 
 has given cheer, 
 We then have freedom sure, and have cast 
 
 out the ghost of fear. 
 And catch a glimpse of His glory and hear His 
 
 voice so near. 
 Temptation can not injure us before we leave 
 
 this vale, 
 To be in harmony with God and with Him 
 
 cry "All Hail." 
 
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atljirs^t 
 
 J^=^HERE are dear ones — those who de- 
 
 ^^ light to do the will of God, 
 
 And though it costs an effort great, to pass 
 
 beneath the rod, 
 They will o'ercome and just push out, to do 
 
 His will alone. 
 For some must be the beacon lights, His 
 
 blessed truth to own. 
 Yes I am one, it is my will, absorbed in Him I 
 
 know. 
 And all I ask is for the place, this truth to 
 
 clearly show. 
 It must be done, there is no way, the cross of 
 
 Christ to take. 
 So clad with armor on my heart, I'll do it for 
 
 His sake. 
 Then He'll anoint. His will fulfill. His word in 
 
 me to do. 
 As I just open up my mouth, the words shall 
 
 not be few. 
 Profuse he pours my soul to fill, and this His 
 
 truth I'll tell, 
 For we are bold as lions, strong, when speak- 
 ing of His will. 
 Confess his love, yes let it dwell, the work in 
 
 us perform, 
 When it has come within my heart, His spirit 
 
 to adorn. 
 
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Then here I lay, then here I drink, it shall me 
 
 cover o'er, 
 And from the stream of God unseen. He'll 
 
 open wide the door. 
 So if we want the pure in children here to-day, 
 Then we must follow out the same old truth 
 
 obey. 
 If we to plant good seed must plant it sure in 
 
 love. 
 And dwell in holiness from God the Lord above. 
 Have then a purpose of the kind if we would 
 
 grow. 
 So onward and still upward now the truth 
 
 shall show. 
 For what we plant the same we bountifully 
 
 reap, 
 Then you be careful dear, the good seed plant 
 
 most deep. 
 
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J^^HE triumph over sin, and the great sav- 
 K^ inggrace, 
 
 We do not understand it is so hard to trace, 
 The first of God's commands is to fill full the 
 
 earth. 
 Of people and to labor we, to live His truth, 
 A free and ready welcome warm of love of God, 
 Not leaving any mark of satan's cruel rod. 
 But just prepare quite well for the looked- 
 
 for event. 
 To conquer all our lust with purpose strong 
 
 intent, 
 We will dwell in the Lord with glory o'er our 
 
 head, 
 We'll join in our own purpose now for to re- 
 late. 
 To propagate the good and make a better 
 
 state. 
 The gardner watches every flower day by day. 
 But soon he learns a better and more heavenly 
 
 way. 
 The gardner he prepares the plant, and shoot, 
 
 and seed. 
 So that the best can grow just as the soil doth 
 
 feed, 
 He prunes and grafts, and thins all out to 
 
 make more tall. 
 Expecting now to harvest fruit rich in the fall, 
 
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He cuts the best that sprouts to graft when 
 
 comes their turn 
 The very best of fruit and flowers will return. 
 And when they come now forth with fruit all 
 
 round about, 
 The seed he sows bears very rich the same fruit 
 
 out. 
 
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Crotpneb 
 
 J^=vHE glory of our God some brightness doth 
 ^X accord, 
 
 As looking up I do behold His face — my Lord, 
 The sunshine in my heart so bright and dear 
 
 to me, 
 Was given by His spirit for to make us free; 
 It took some days of earnest prayer for this to 
 
 win. 
 And as I lay for hours and hours to wait on 
 
 Him. 
 There was the scroll rolled up so I could plain- 
 ly see, 
 The face of the Redeemer as He looked on me. 
 I started to follow in His footsteps Him to 
 
 know, 
 That only as I lived could I His will thus show. 
 So wonderful is God to save us from our sin, 
 He did establish this by teachings straight 
 
 from Him, 
 Who once become a copy true for us to see, 
 That we in serving Christ His life our own 
 
 shall be. 
 The rest, the peace of God within us falls to 
 
 flow, 
 
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To tell us what is best, the path to heaven go; 
 That He was our salvation, lost, yes, then was 
 
 found ; 
 And now we are made whole with love and 
 
 spirit crowned. 
 
 C{)ousi)t£i on Comtns Seatd 
 
 LTHOUGH I can not understand it all, 
 What means it now to lay me by, 
 I do the meaning dimly know; 
 
 The sweetest things come when we die. 
 
 Now softly falling and before us flow 
 
 The heavenly visions at last. 
 To stay in memory e'er more to be 
 
 Till life, and earth, and all is past. 
 
 The loops are glasses through which we see, 
 Love's holy truth in visions to me, 
 
 To tell the story which no one will know, 
 Until we reach eternity. 
 
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I^trteu 
 
 On this sheet was found written: "Suggested for the last 
 page of my book." 
 
 [O now I bid these thoughts be gone, 
 I want to rest in God who's strong, 
 I will give up all but the truth, 
 It has been with me in my youth. 
 Now I my pen I'll put away, 
 To leave just now this thought to say, 
 That God these lines will ever bless. 
 And keep our hearts from wickedness. 
 What I have written God has given, 
 I seal it up for Him in heaven. 
 While I thus write I'm praying too. 
 That God's dear words, however few, 
 Shall leave an impress on some heart. 
 To make it right e'er it depart. 
 What God my Lord has poured within, 
 I have it written just for Him. 
 But now my work to-day is through, 
 I'll close my book and bid adieu. 
 
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