THE WATCHMAN'S CRY.

1. Hark! 't is the watchman's cry, Wake, brethren, wake! Jesus our Lord is nigh, 2. Call to each working band, Watch, brethren, watch! Clear is our Lord's command, 2. Heed we the Steward's call, Work, brethren, work! There's work enough for all:

Hark! 't is the watchman's cry, Wake, brethren, wake! Wake, brethren, wake!

Said to Pe - ter, "Lov'st thou me?" When he gave him this command, Sweet to the chil-dren's prayer. Sure-ly

him

t was

of them he said

"WHAT SHALL THE HARVEST BE?"

Marching time.

W. H. DOANE.

1. They are sowing their seed in the daylight fair; They are sowing 2. They are sowing their seed

of

seed in the word and deed, Which the cold know not, nor the

3. Some are sow-ing the 4. And there's many yet 5. Whether sown in the

seed of noble deed, With a sleepless watch and an standing with idle hands, Still they 're scattering seed through darkness or sown in light; Whether sown in weakness or

sowing their seed in the solemn night. What shall the harvest be? blest the sad heart in its sor est need. Sweet shall the harvest be;

fields are all whitening where'er they go. Rich will the harvest be; soil long has borne, and it still must bear. Sad will the harvest be; broad-est highway or the shadowy path. Sure will the harvest be;

"CLIMBING UP ZION'S HILL."

Little ARTIF BAIN, with tremulous voice and moistened eyes, uttered these words in the class-room.

From "MUSICAL LEAVES."

PHILIP PHILLIPS.

1. "I'm try-ing_to

climb up

Zion's hill," For the Savior whispers "Love me;" 2. I know I'm but a little child, My strength will not protect me; 3. Then come with me, we'll up ward go, And climb this hill

together: