3 Ring the bells of heaven! spread the feast to-day;

Angels swell the glad triumphant strain:
Tell the joyful tidings, bear it far away,
For a precious soul is born again.

The River of Life.

Filling with rapture the heavenly To thee our footsteps are hastening

What shall the Harvest be?

1 Sowing their seed by the dawnlight fair,
Sowing their seed in the noontide glare,
Sowing their seed in the fading light,
Sowing their seed in the solemn night,
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Cho.-Sown in the darkness or sown in the light,
Sown in our weakness or sown in our might,
Gathered in time or eternity,

Sure-ah, sure-will the harvest be.

2 Sowing their seed by the wayside high,
Sowing their seed on the rocks to die,

Sowing their seed where the thorns will spoil,
Sowing their seed in the fertile soil,
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

3 Sowing the seed of a lingering pain,
Sowing the seed of a maddened brain,
Sowing the seed of a tarnished name,
Sowing the seed of eternal shame,

Ah, sure will the harvest be.

4 Sowing their seed with an aching heart,
Sowing their seed while the tear-drops start,

Sowing in hope till the reapers come,

Gladly to gather the harvest home,

(Cho.)

(Cho.)

Bringing to the world the bright prophetic day;

Chasing all the shadows,

All the dreary shadows,

Of the night of death and darkness far away.

Cho.-Hail we now the Golden time,

Hail the day our eyes have longed to see!
Send the song through ev'ry clime,
"Tis the day of jubilee.

2 See the golden promise

Of the prophet's vision

Coming to its glory in this day and hour;

Coming in its newness,

Coming in its trueness,

Coming in its majesty and with great power.

(Cho.)

3 See the golden city

From the clouds descending,

While before its coming error flies away;

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See the wondrous glory

From its portals streaming!

Now indeed is come the everlasting day.

Thy Will be done.

1 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death hath won,
We would at this solemn meeting
Calmly say, Thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone:

Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord, Thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With Thy smiles of love returning,
We can say -Thy will be done.

4 By Thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but Thine own;
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore Thy will be done.

The Land of Eden.

O Eden Land, thou land of bloom,
Beyond the shadows of the tomb,
Beyond the pain and grief and strife
That dim and mar our mortal life;
O Eden Land, thou land of the blest,
Where we alone find peace and
rest! (Rep. last two lines.)

2

O Eden Land-bright world of bliss,

(Cho.)

Fresh Laurels,

p. 17.

Fresh Laurels,

p. 22.

Oh, how our weary spirits long
To reach that clime of life and song!
Thou Eden Land, at whose close gate
The treasures of our future wait.

3

Thou Eden Land! oh, could we grasp
Thy promised blessings in our clasp,
Fain would we loose our hold on
earth,

And rise to that immortal birth

More fresh and fair and pure than Which shall alone place in our hand

this!

The key to heaven's fair Eden Land.

Love for Jesus.

S. S. Volunteer Song.

1 We are marching on with shield and banner bright,
We will work for God and battle for the right,
We will praise His name rejoicing in His might,
And we'll work till Jesus calls.

In the Sunday School our army we prepare,
As we rally 'round our blessed standard there;
And the Saviour's cross we early learn to bear
While we work till Jesus calls.

Cho.-Then awake, then awake, happy song, happy song!
Shout for joy, shout for joy, as we gladly march along!
We are marching onward, singing as we go,

To the promised land where living waters flow;
Come and join our ranks as pilgrims here below,
Come and work till Jesus calls.

2 We are marching on: our Captain, ever near,
Will protect us still; His gentle voice we hear.
Let the foe advance! we'll never, never fear;
For we'll work till Jesus calls.

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Then awake, awake, our happy, happy song;
We will shout for joy, and gladly march along:
In the Lord of Hosts let every heart be strong,
While we work till Jesus calls.

3 We are marching on the straight and narrow way
That will lead to life and everlasting day,

To the smiling fields that never will decay;
But we'll work till Jesus comes.

We are marching on and pressing toward the prize,
To a glorious crown beyond the glowing skies,
To the radiant fields where pleasure never dies,
And we'll work till Jesus calls.

Jesus, dear, I come to Thee.

1 Jesus, dear, I come to Thee;
Thou hast said I may :

Tell me what my life should be,
Take my sins away.
Jesus, dear, I learn of Thee,

In Thy word divine;
Ev'ry promise there I see,
May I call it mine.

CHORUS.

Jesus, hear my humble song;
I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Gently lead my soul along,

Help me come to Thee.

2Jes us, dear, I long for Thee, Long Thy peace to know;

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(Cho.)

(Cho.)

Fresh Laurels, p. 31.

Grant those purer joys to me

Earth can ne'er bestow.
Jesus, dear, I cling to Thee;
When my heart is sad,
Thou wilt kindly speak to me,
Thou wilt make me glad.

(Cho.)

3 Jesus, dear, I trust in Thee,

Trust Thy tender love: There's a happy home for me With Thy saints above. Jesus, I would come to Thee;

Thou hast said I may:

Tell me what my life should be,
Take my sins away. (Cho.)

The Pure in Heart.

Blessed are the pure in heart!

Blessed evermore!
They shall meet, and never part,
On the golden shore.
Thorny paths their feet have trod,
But their rest is sure with God.

CHORUS.

Blessed are the pure in heart,
Blessed evermore!

(Rep. both lines.)