ries quaint and old en, Oft

1. Many sto
2. Songs of almost heav'n-ly sweetness, Fall
3. Ma

- ny are

to me,

are told up - on my ear, the gifts I cherish, Friendship's to - ken true,

of glee,

Some are touched with grief and sad - ness, Others full Happy songs of home and kindred, Fill - ing me with cheer, exquisite pleasure, As they meet my view,

Giving me

But there's one that's sweet-er, dear - er, Than all

other lays,

One sur-pass - ing all the others, In my soul doth ring, But there's one of price-less

value, Bless -ings to im- part,

'Tis the song of peace and glo ry, Christ-mas an- gels sing. 'Tis the Christ child's Christmas greet-ing, treas-ured in

my heart.

No. 152. To the Harvest Field.

C. H. G.

COPYRIGHT, 1896, BY E. O. EXCELL
WORDS AND MUSIC.

CHAS. H. GABRIEL.

1. A band of faith-ful reap-ers we, Who gath-er for e- ter - ni«

2.

We are a faith-ful gleaning band, And. la-bor at our Lord's com3. The golden hours like moments fly, And harvest days are pass-ing

To the Harvest Field. Concluded.

of the harvest wide, Who for a world of sin-ners died. Lord of harvest say To all: "Go reap for me to-day." judgment bring but leaves, While here are waiting golden sheaves?