KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. Words by M. Music by SISTER ABBY, of the Hutchinson Family. By permission. 19 From S. S. Bell. No. 1. 1. Kind words can never die, Cherished 2. Childhood can never die-Wrecks of 3. Our souls can never die, Though in and blest, God knows how deep they lie, Stored in the breast. the past, Float o'er the memo - ry, Bright to the last. the tomb We may all have to lie, Wrapped in its gloom. Rall. Tempo. Like Childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times, Go thro' all years and climes The heart to cheer. Ma-ny a happy thing, Ma-ny a daisy spring Float o'er time's ceaseless wing, Far, far a way. What though the flesh decay, Souls pass in peace away, Live through e-ter - nal day With Christ above. 20 BOYS PILGRIM'S SONG. HENRY WELLS. GIRLS. 1. Whither, pilgrims,are you going, Each with staff in hand? We are going on a journey,At the king's command; 2. Fear ye not the way so lonely, You,a feeble band? No,for friends unseen are near us,Angels round us stand: CHORUS. Over plains, and hills,and valleys, We are going to his palace, We are going to his palace, In the better land. Christ our leader walks beside us, He will guard,and He will guide us, To the better land. He will guard, and He will guide us, 8. Tell me, pilgrims, what you hope for, We shall drink of life s clear river, 4. Will you let me travel with you, Come away, we bid you welcome, Come, O come! we cannot leave you, Christ is waiting to receive you, In the better land. For sale by J. P. MAGEE, 5 Cornhill, Boston. Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I'd wake the sweetest music, And praise him day and night. 2 I never should be weary, Nor ever shed a tear, Nor ever know a sorrow, I'd dwell in Jesus' sight, 3 I know I'm weak and sinful, Have gone to heaven to live. Dear Saviour, when I languish, To bear me to the sky. 22 REST FOR THE WEARY. J. W. D. 1. In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest, There my Saviour's gone before me, CHORUS. To fulfil my soul's request; There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, 2 He is fitting up my mansion, For my stay shall not be transient 3 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But in that celestial centre, I a crown of life shall wear. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, 5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory: 9 REST FOR THE WEARY, Concluded. There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you- On the other side of Jordan, the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 23 25 Temperance Hymn. 1 O'er the dark abodes of sorrow, Chorus. There is hope for the fallen, 2 Thousands, long in bondage groaning, See, from eastern coast to western, 8 May the heart-reviving story, Win and conquer-never cease- 4 Now the trump of temperance sounding, |