[No. 30.]

The Immortal Home.

[TUNE: "Lilly Dale."]

In the twilight hours, 'mid the breath of flowers,
When the soul in silence dwells,
Sweet echoes come from that far-off Home,
Like the voice of evening bells.

Chorus: 0 Brother! O Sister! loved, joyous,

free!

We will walk hand in hand to the Beautiful Land,

Till its golden shores we see.

There summer bright forever glows,
And love immortal beams;

There the waters flow in rippling song
From life's exhaustless streams.

Chorus: O Brother, &c.

There lilies bloom of purest white,
In hearts whom earth knew not;
There weary souls find rest and peace,
When sorrow's work is wrought.
Chorus: O Brother, &c.

From the golden shore, where our loved ones stand,

While they watch with eager eyes,

Sweet voices come, and they call us home

To that home in the radiant skies.

Chorus: O Brother, &c.

O Children! sing, in joyous notes,
Of the blessed Angel-Land;
And let us walk in Love and Truth,
Till we join that happy band.

Chorus: O Brother, &c.

[No. 31.]

Drink from Nature's Eount.

[TUNE: "Scots who ha' wi' Wallace bled."]

Children, here from bondage fled,
Come, oh come! see Reason spread
Many blessings on each head:
Drink from Nature's fount.
Make life's way a silver-chain,
Changing but to live again,
Journeying to a higher plane,
Up fair Progress Mount.

Liberty's high name we bless,
Loyal to her side we press,
Scorn the traitor's vile caress:

Drink from Nature's fount.
True to God and true to man,
Sect nor party, creed nor clan
Binds us in its narrow span;

Up fair Progress Mount.

[No. 32.1

Try, Try Again.

'Tis a lesson you should heed

Try, try again;

If at first you don't succeed,

Try, try again.

Then your courage should appear;

For if you will persevere,

You will conquer, never fear:

Try, try again.

Once or twice though you should fail,

Try, try again;

If at last you would prevail,

Try, try again.

If we strive, 'tis no disgrace,

Though we may not win the race;

What should you do in that case ?
Try, try again.

If you find your task is hard,

Try, try again;

Time will bring you your reward

Try, try again:

All that other folks can do,

Why with patience may not you?

Only keep this rule in view:

Try, try again.

[No. 33.]

Speak Gently to the Erring.

[This song is appropriate for a Silver-Chain Recitation.]

Think gently of the erring :

Ye know not of the power

With which the dark temptation came,

In some unguarded hour.
Ye may not know how earnestly
They struggled, or how well,
Until the hour of weakness came,
And sadly thus they fell.

Think gently of the erring,
Oh, do not thou forget,
However darkly stained by sin,
He is thy brother yet-
Heir of the self-same heritage,
Child of the self-same God:
He hath but stumbled in the path
Thou hast in weakness trod.

Speak gently to the erring;
For is it not enough

That innocence and peace have gone,
Without thy censure rough?

It sure must be a weary lot

That sin-crushed heart to bear,
And they who share a happier fate,
Their chidings well may spare.

Speak kindly to the erring:

Thou yet mayest lead them back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not thou hast often sinned, And sinful yet must beDeal gently with the erring one, As God hath dealt with thee.

[No. 34.]

Progression's Work.

From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?

In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen, in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,