25. Work, for the Night is Coming.

Tune of same name, in F. Sq., 116. (S, S., 95.) Work, for the night is coming !

Work through the morning hours ; Work while the dew is sparkling ;

Work ’mid springing flowers ; Work when the day grows brighter;

Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming,

When man's work is done.

Thy brother and thy Father,
The work, O soul, is one!

The painful labor,

Done for thy neighbor,
For God is also done.

His smile will light

The dark and troubled night,
Cho.. When work for man and brother,

When tears for man and brother,
When prayers for man and brother,
Are ended here and done.

HATTIE TYNG GRISWOLD.

Work, for the night is coming !

Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor;

Rest comes sure and soon; Give every flying moment

Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming !

Under the sunset skies,
While the bright tints are glowing,

Work, for daylight flies;
Work till the last beam fadeth,

Fadeth to shine no more ;
Work while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.

ANNIE L. WALKER,

27. “Think on These Things.”

Tune, "Wonderful Words of Life", in G. H., 282. Whatsoever is just and pure,

Think on these things, my soul! Earth shall vanish, but these endure, Think on these things, my soul!

When all else shall fail thee,

These shall still avail thee; Think on these things, strive for these

things, Cherish these things, my soul! Truth and honor, they call to thee,

Think on these things, my soul! What of virtue and praise there be, Think on these things, my soul!

These have been the glory

Of all human story; Think on these things, strive for these

things, Cherish these things, my soul! Faithful spirits before have gone,

Think on these things, my soull Grand thy heritage, hero-won, Think on these things, my soul!

From all brave endeavor

Springeth good forever;
Think on these things, strive for these

things,
Cherish these things, my soul!

F. L. HOSMER.

26. Work for thy God, thy

Father.
Tune, “One More Day's Work for Jesus ", in

G. H , 28.
Work for thy God, thy Father,
While yet ’tis called the day;

For life grows dearer,

As death draws nearer
The busy hand to stay.

Work while 'tis day,

Do bravely while ye may.
Cho.: Work for thy God, thy Father,

Work for thy God, thy Father,
Work for thy God, thy Father,

While yet 'tis called the day!

Oh, work thou for thy brother,Thy brother's need is great;

The time for winning

The weak, the sinning,
Is now,—dare not to wait;

Feel thou his need,
Do thou the noble deed.

28. The Hope of the World is

Loving. Tune, "The Light of the World is Jesus ', in

G. H., 41. Away with all thought that is selfish and

cold, The hope of the world is loving; In generous deeds let the spirit be bold,

The hope of the world is loving ! Chorus : Fountain of Love ! our source is

in thee; Doing thy will the spirit is free. Beautiful day, when all of us see

The hope of the world is loving!

Cho.: Work, work thou for thy brother,

Work, work thou for thy brother,
Work, work thou for thy brother

Thy brother's need is great.

How dark is the soul in its bondage of sin

The hope of the world is loving; But never too dark for a dawn to begin,

The hope of the world is loving! And all the sad faces of earth shall be

glad, The hope of the world is loving; The deserts shall bloom, and with laughter

be clad, The hope of the world is loving! Oh, joy then to live for the spirit's release

The bope of the world is loving; And see even here the fair City of Peace,The hope of the world is loving !

ABBIE M. GANNETT.

Father, I need thee ! dangers are near ;
Thine arm around me, I will not fear.

Teach me thy voice to know
Speaking so clear and low,-
“Fear not, with thee I go,

Thou shalt o'ercome ?"
Father, I hear thee ! hear and obey,
Know thou art near me, near me alway;-

Near me when troubles lower,
Near in temptation's hour,
Near me, O Love and Power !

Yea, more than near !
Father, I trust thee ! thou wilt defend,
Comfort and guard me, on to the end.

Still would I do my part,
Keep a brave, cheerful heart;
Since thou my helper art,
I shall not fall.

SAMUEL LONGFELLOW

29. Go Bury Thy Sorrow.

Tuni oy same name, in G. H., 61.
Go bury thy sorrow,

The world hath its share;
Go bury it deeply,

Go hide it with care;
Go think of it calmly

When curtained by night;
Thy God will sustain thee,

Ånd all will be right.
Go gather the sun-light

He sheds on thy way;
Go share with thy brother

Each life-giving ray;
Hearts growing aweary

With heavier woe
Are drooping in darkness,

Go comfort them, god
Go tell it the Father,

He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it the Father,

He'll send thee relief;
Go bury thy sorrow,

Let others be blest;
Go give them the sunshine,-
Tell God all the rest.

MARY A. BULLOCK. These words, heretofore published anonymously, are here given with the author's name and amend.

Many mighty men are lost,

Daring not to stand,
Who for God had been a host

By joining Daniel's Band.
Many evils, proud and tall,

Lording all the land, Headlong to the earth would fall,

If met by Daniel's Band.
Are you little, never fear,--

Dare to lend a hand !
You can be a giant's peer
If once in Daniel's Band.

P. P. B. (Altered.)

ments.

30. Father, I Need Thee.

Tune, “ Almost Persuaded”, in G. 6., 75. Father, I need thee ! troubles abound, Billows on billows break all around;

Hold out thy saving hand,
Help me in faith to stand;
Thou dost the waves command,-

I shall not sink.

Tune of same name, in G. H., 51. He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought, Oh, words with heavenly

comfort fraught!
Whate'er I do, where'er I be,
Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me.
Chorus: He leadeth me! He leadeth me!

By his own hand he leadeth me!
His faithful follower I would be,
For by his hand he leadeth me.

Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters still, o'er troubled sea, -
Still 'tis his hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur or repine-
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by thy grace, the victory's won,
E’en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.

J. H. GILMORE.

34. What I Live For.
Tune, “Sunday School Army”, in "Sunny Side", 78.
I live for those who love me,

For those who hold me true,
For heaven that smiles above me

And waits my helping, too;
For all human ties that bind me,
For the bright hopes left behind me,

And the good that I can do.
Chorus: For the cause that lacks assist-

ance,
For the wrongs that need resist-

ance,
For the future in the distance,

And the good that I can do.
For all human ties that bind me,
For the bright hopes left behind

me,

And the good that I can do.
I live to hold communion

With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union

Between God's will and mine ;
For the task that God assigned me
In the place where it shall find me,

And the good that I can do.
I live to hail the season,

By noble hearts foretold,
When men shall live by reason,

And not alone for gold ;
When, man to man united,
Every wrong thing shall be righted,
The earth an Eden old.

DR. BANGS (Altered).

33. Truth and Righteousness

and Love. Tune, "Sweet By-and-By”, in G. H., 204. The Truth is the Voice of the God,

Ever sounding in deeps of the heart; Bidding climb, where no pathway is trod,

To his Sinai alone and apart.
Chorus: For the Truth and the Right,

For the Truth and the Right and

the Love, Thou must climb, thou must climb

To the Sinai alone and apart. The Right is the Will of the God;

'Tis the deed done by earth, sea and sky; 'Tis the law in the soul and the clod,

And the stars serve in courses on highChorus: Serve the Truth and the Right,

Serve the Truth and the Right and

the Love! 'Tis the law in the soul, And the stars serve in courses on

high. And Love is the Heart of the God,

And to love is the Christ in a man; On the errands of angels we plod,

If with heart of the angels we plan Chorus: For the Truth and the Right,

For the Truth and the Right and

the Love!
It is wings, as we plod,

If with heart of the angels we plan. Here's a welcome to all who will stand For the Truth and the Right and the

Love!
Not a soul on the earth shall be banned

Whom the heavens will welcome above Chorus: For their Truth and their Right,

For their Truth and their Right and

their Love! Not a soul shall be banned Whom the heavens will welcome above!

W.C GANNETT.

35. Love Makes Life.

Tune, "Hold the Fort”, in G. H., 14.
Not a life so mean or lowly

But, if love is there,
Both ingrowing and outflowing,

May be strong and fair.
Chorus: Love for every unloved creature,

Lonely, poor or small;
Christ was born to show how truly

Love makes life for all.
Not a life so high in station

But without love's breath-
Neither giving nor receiving-

Is a living death.
Love by love alone is ripened;

Hearts through it grow true;
Life is bounded, filled and rounded

By its power to do.
Having love, be sure to give it ;

Give it, having not ;
For in living through our giving
Share we Christ's own lot.

ELLEN T. LEONARD.

36. Tell me the Old, Old Story.

Tune of same name, in G. H., 37. Tell me the old, old story to lift my heart

above, Of Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his

love. Tell me the story simply, as to a little

child, For I am weak and wayward and oft am

sin-defiled. Chorus : Tell me the old, old story; tell

me the old, old story ; Tell me the old, old story, of

Jesus and his love. Tell me the story softly with earnest tones That I, like him, may struggle for all that's

high and brave; Tell me the story, tell it, to shame me from

the fear That God's own truth and beauty can ever

cost too dear. Tell me the story slowly the world has

heard so long, As fresh to-day as ever to save a heart from

wrong; Tell it in noble measures, tell it to every

soul, Tell us the old, old story, and it shall make us whole.

Altered.

What seems each time we tell it more mar

velously sweet. I love to tell the story the better yet to

learn How perfect self-forgetting doth God's

high heaven earn. I love to sing the story, for they who know

it best Are those who with him labor for the

weary and oppressed ; And ever down the ages we hear their

swelling song, 'Tis but the old, old story the world has

loved so long Chorus: O let us sing the story of Man

hood in its gloryYes, sing the old, old story of Jesus and his love.

Altered.

and grave,

38. The Living Word.

Tune, “Whosoever Will”, in G. H., 10. Shining thoughts that ever human speech

have starred Make the sacred scriptures that the ages

guard; Be it word of prophet, be it song of bard,

Every truth is Holy Writ. Chorus: Quickly dies the day,

Nations fade away, But the truth made manifest shall live for

aye! With the light of Sinai each new morn is

lit,

Every truth is Holy Writ. Down to every nation from the faithful

past Comes the trust of adding new truth to

the last, That the future's fee grow vaster and more

vast:

Every truth is Holy Writ. Every life lived nobly, even though un

known, Addeth to the scripture graven not on

stone. Be it word or action, be it thought alone, Every truth is Holy Writ.

LILY A. LONG.

I love to tell the story-it lifts the heart

aboveOf Jesus and his glory, of Jesus and his

love ; I love to tell the story because I know how

true It helps me in my struggles and quickens

me anew, Chorus : I love to tell the story of Man

hood in its glory, To tell the old, old story of Jesus

and his love.

39.

I love to tell the story ; more wonderful it

seems Than all our mythic fancies and all our

golden dreams. I love to tell that story of dauntless sac

rifice, Where one man serves God simply and

for his brother dies. I love to tell the story; it stirs one to re

peat

The Holy Truth.

Tune, “Coronation”, in G. H., 101. The holy Truth shall make you wise,

Though simple you may be; But, ere her light can greet your eyes

She first must make you free.

The holy Truth shall make you bold,

All fearful though you be; But, if she find your courage cold,

She first must make you free.

The holy Truth shall make you glad,

Though deep your griefs may be: To pour her joys upon the sad,

She first must make them free.

The holy Truth shall make you great,

How small soe'er you be:
To raise you to her high estate,
She first must make

you

free.

Thus wisdom, courage, strength, and grace

The gifts of Truth shall be, If gazing on her glorious face Hath made your spirits free.

MARIA WESTON CHAPMAN (Altered).

40. The Truth Goes Marching On.

Tune, “ Glory, Glory, Hallelujah."

see

Though the cause of Evil prosper, yet the

Truth alone is strong,
And, albeit she wander outcast now,

T around her throng Troops of beautiful, tall angels, to enshield