Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

Oh, tell of his might,

JOSEPH ADDISON.

Oh, sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space.
Thy mercies how tender
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer and friend.

Thy bountiful care,
What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light,
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills

In the dew and the rain.

ROBERT GRANT.

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines,
Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour,

The bud may have a bitter taste
But sweet will be the flower.

WILLIAM COWPER.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,

From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

A thousand ages in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone,

Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.

ISAAC WATTS.

Sing to the great Jehovah's praise;

All praise to him belongs;

Who kindly lengthens out our days;
He demands our choicest songs.

His providence has brought us through
Another various year;

We all with vows and anthems new

Before our God appear.

CHARLES WESLEY.

In every condition, in sickness, in health,

In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,

At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,

As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
The rivers of woes shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

E'en down to old age all my people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love,
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn
Like lambs they shall in my bosom be borne.

GEORGE KEITH.

His mountains lift their solemn forms,
To watch in silence o'er our land
The rolling ocean, rocked with storm,
Sleeps in the hollow of his hand.

CALEB T. WINCHESTER.

The heaven of heaven cannot contain
Thy majesty, and in thy train

The archangel veils his face,
Yet curtained tent or temple fair,
If humble, contrite hearts be there,

May be thy resting place.

We sing thy wondrous works and ways,
We sing the glorious displays.

MRS. F. K. STRATTON.

Thy hand has hid within our fields
Treasures of countless worth,
The light, the suns of other years,
Shine from the depths of earth;
The very dust inbreathed by thee,
The clods all cold and dead,
Wake into beauty and to life
To give thy children bread.

Thou who hast sown the sky with stars,
Setting thy thoughts in gold,

Hast crowned our nation's life and ours
With blessing manifold.

Thy mercies have been numberless,

Thy love, thy grace, thy care,

Were wider than our utmost need,

And higher than our prayer.

HENRY BURTON.

Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith and sweeten care,

To teach our faint desires to rise

And bring all heaven before our eyes.

WILLIAM COWPER.

Oh, the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot,
Oh, the shrouded and the lonely,
In our hearts they perish not.

How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past,
Pointing up to that fair heaven,

We may hope to gain at last.

CHRISTOPHER C. Cox.

Come near and bless us when we wake
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of thy love

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

JOHN KEBLE.

So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;
O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought—I am with thee.
HARRIET B. STOWE.

TOPICAL SUGGESTIONS:

1. From dawn of history, music and song has furnished much of the pleasures of life.

2. In community life and religious gatherings, as seen in the history of Israel.

3. The nations in their music and song. Grecian mythology, Indian war-dance and chant. Chinese. The French and the Marseillaise, American and Star Spangled Banner.

4. Song, the expression for all occasions.

5. Shakespeare comment on music.

6. Animal life, musical, Longfellow's poetic vision of freedom from care.

7. John Muir and beautiful Yosemite.

8. Songs of many poets in use to-day, Watts, Joseph Addison, Wesley, Cowper, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and others.

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LITERATURE

N literature the great appeals to men are made through their sense of the goodness of God, justice, mercy and love; and to the altruistic sense of courtesy and kindness. In all ages when men have striven for the higher ideals of life and character the outstanding marks of their writings have embraced these appeals.

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The writer of historical facts finds a ready response in reciting the appeals to gratitude, justice and love in fringing out the scenes with these colours in their pictures. You will see this in the expression et tu, Brute!" in the death of Julius Caesar and in the appeals of Mark Antony in his oration over the body of Caesar, as depicted by Shakespeare.

A special touch of interest is given when a scene pictures magnanimity of spirit in a great man as painted by the historian in describing the "Surrender at Appomattox," where General Grant returns the sword to General Lee. Note how the student grasps the facts of history when a scene is described such as Socrates drinking the hemlock" or the vanishing race of the American Indians. And how the patriotic flame is revived when the writers picture the scene of Lord Nelson at the naval battle of Trafalgar. Or it may be seen in the description of the martyrdom of Latimer and Ridley with the heroism and tenacious purpose to spread the light. We see it as the appeal reaches the reader of history when he