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G. W. BIRD

On-ward and up, as pilgrims marching ever

Beneath the blood-red banner of our King-On-ward to

EVERY morning the red sun
Rises warm and bright;
But the evening cometh on,
And the dark, cold night:
There's a bright land far away,
Where 'tis never-ending day.

2 Every spring the sweet young flowers Open fresh and gay,

Till the chilly autumn hours
Wither them away!

There's a land we have not seen,
Where the trees are always green.

3 Little birds sing songs of praise
All the summer long,
But in colder shorter days

They forget their song:
There's a place where angels sing
Ceaseless praises to their King.
4 Christ our Lord is ever near
Those who follow Him!
But we cannot see Him here,

For our eyes are dim:
There is a most happy place,
Where men always see His face.

5 Who shall go to that fair land?
All who love the right:

Holy children there shall stand,
In their robes of white;

For that heaven, so bright and blest,
Is our everlasting rest.

Cecil Frances Alexander 1848

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Like a

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LIKE a cradle rocking, rocking,

Silent, peaceful, to and fro,

Like a mother's sweet looks dropping
On the little face below,

Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning,
Jarless, noiseless, safe and slow;
Falls the light of God's face bending
Down and watching us below.

2 And as feeble babes that suffer,
Toss and cry and will not rest,
Are the ones the tender mother

Holds the closest, loves the best, So when we are weak and wretched,

By our sins weighed down, distressed, Then it is that God's great patience

Holds us closest, loves us best.

3 O great Heart of God! whose loving
Cannot hindered be nor crossed;
Will not weary, will not even

In our death itself be lost-
Love divine! of such great loving,
Only mothers know the cost-
Cost of love, which all love passing,
Gave a Son to save the lost.

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Helen Maria Jackson 1873

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SWEETLY sing the love of Jesus!

Love for you, and love for me; Heaven's light is not more cheering, Heaven's dews are not more free. As a child in pain or terror,

Hides him in his mother's breast,
As a sailor seeks the haven,

We would come to Him for rest.
2 Gladly sing the love of Jesus!
Let us lean upon His arm.
If He love us what can grieve us?

If He keep us, what can harm?
Still He lays His hands in blessing

On each timid little face, And in heaven the children's angels Near the throne have always place. 3 Ever sing the love of Jesus! Let the day be dark or clear, Every pain and every sorrow

Bring His own to Him more near. Death's cold wave need not affright us When we know that He has died, When we see the face of Jesus

Smiling on the Other Side!

Mary Virginia Terhune 1889

JESUS, King of glory
Throned above the sky,

Jesus, tender Saviour,

Hear Thy children cry.
Pardon our transgressions,
Cleanse us from our sin;
By Thy Spirit help us
Heavenly life to win.
REF.-Jesus, King of glory,

Throned above the sky,
Jesus, tender Saviour,
Hear Thy children cry.
2 On this day of gladness,
Bending low the knee
In Thine earthly temple,

Lord, we worship Thee; Celebrate Thy goodness, Mercy, grace, and truth, All Thy loving guidance

Of our heedless youth.-REF 3 For the little children,

Who have come to Thee; For the glad, bright spirits Who Thy glory see;

For the loved ones resting
In Thy dear embrace;
For the pure and holy

Who behold Thy face.-REF.
4 For Thy faithful servants
Who have entered in:
For Thy fearless soldiers

Who have conquered sin;
For the countless legions
Who have followed Thee,
Heedless of the danger,
On to victory.-REF.

5 When the shadows lengthen,
Show us, Lord, Thy way;
Through the darkness lead us
To the heavenly day.
When our course is finished,

Ended all the strife,
Grant us with the faithful
Palms and crowns of life.
Jesus, King of glory,
Throned above the sky,
Jesus, tender Saviour,
Hear Thy children cry.

W. H. Davison