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Review.*
Meeting use , a great part of the book consists of hymns , songs , and poems which are not" Temperance " productions so-called , but are verses incentive to hi gh and holy work of every descrip tion , encouraging to earnestness of purpose and persei'eranee , and teaching Avhere strength always can and will be found ; the value of this book will be apparent Avhen we select from the names of authors such specimens as those of Horatius Bonar and Charles Mackay . Perhaps one of the prettiest poems in the book is one entitled " Your Mission "
, by E . H . Gates . It is so thoroughly in accord Avith our OAATI teaching , that we quote it : — "If you cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet , Booking on the highest billows ,
Laughing at the storms you meet ; You can stand among the sailors , Anchored yet within the bay , You can lend a hand to help them , As they launch their boats away . "If you have not gold and silver Ever ready at command ;
If you cannot to the needy Reach an ever-open hand ; You can visit the afflicted , O ' er the erring you can weep ; You can be a true disciple Sitting at the Saviour ' s feet .
"If you cannot m the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true—If , when fire and smoke are thickest , There ' s no work for you to do ; When the battle-field is silent , You can go with careful tread , You can bear away the wounded , You can cover up the dead .
' Do not , then , stand idly waiting , For some greater work to do ; Oh , improve each passing moment , For these moments may be few . Go and toil in any vineyard , Do not fear to do or dare ; If you want a field of labour , You can find it anywhere . Possibly one of the best of the Strictly "Temperance" songs is an anonymous one : —
" Mourn for the tarnished gem—For reason's light divine , Quenched from the soul's bright diadem . Where God had bid it shine . "Mourn for the lost , but call , Call to the strong , the free , Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall
And to the refuge flee . " Mourn for the lost , but pray , Pray to our God above , To break the fell destroyer ' s sway , Ancl show His saving love .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Review.*
Meeting use , a great part of the book consists of hymns , songs , and poems which are not" Temperance " productions so-called , but are verses incentive to hi gh and holy work of every descrip tion , encouraging to earnestness of purpose and persei'eranee , and teaching Avhere strength always can and will be found ; the value of this book will be apparent Avhen we select from the names of authors such specimens as those of Horatius Bonar and Charles Mackay . Perhaps one of the prettiest poems in the book is one entitled " Your Mission "
, by E . H . Gates . It is so thoroughly in accord Avith our OAATI teaching , that we quote it : — "If you cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet , Booking on the highest billows ,
Laughing at the storms you meet ; You can stand among the sailors , Anchored yet within the bay , You can lend a hand to help them , As they launch their boats away . "If you have not gold and silver Ever ready at command ;
If you cannot to the needy Reach an ever-open hand ; You can visit the afflicted , O ' er the erring you can weep ; You can be a true disciple Sitting at the Saviour ' s feet .
"If you cannot m the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true—If , when fire and smoke are thickest , There ' s no work for you to do ; When the battle-field is silent , You can go with careful tread , You can bear away the wounded , You can cover up the dead .
' Do not , then , stand idly waiting , For some greater work to do ; Oh , improve each passing moment , For these moments may be few . Go and toil in any vineyard , Do not fear to do or dare ; If you want a field of labour , You can find it anywhere . Possibly one of the best of the Strictly "Temperance" songs is an anonymous one : —
" Mourn for the tarnished gem—For reason's light divine , Quenched from the soul's bright diadem . Where God had bid it shine . "Mourn for the lost , but call , Call to the strong , the free , Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall
And to the refuge flee . " Mourn for the lost , but pray , Pray to our God above , To break the fell destroyer ' s sway , Ancl show His saving love .