BEAUTIFUL RAIN.

Sometimes, trembling and doubting, our home seems far away,
And the leaves of the tree dry and sere;

But the sweet fruits of Faith on the topmost branches sway,
Bringing joys of the better land near.

Bringing hope to the weary and comfort to the sad,
Bearing promise of heavenly birth;

Making joyful the lowlands, the desert places glad,
For "the meek shall inherit the earth.”

Naught impure or unholy the Spirit Tree can bear;
Evil trees evil fruits only show;

No profane or intemp'rate the purer life can share,
Or the fruits of the Spirit Tree know.

CHORUS.-Hear the music of the rain, beautiful rain,

As the pearly drops in showers pattering fall.
Hear the sweet subdued refrain,

On the roof and window pane,

Of our Father's tender love for all.

Hear the music of the rain falling down,

On the roof and window pane, falling down.

What a lesson does it bring,

What a chorus does it sing,

What a message from our King of His love.

And we seem to hear Him say,

Come, ye children, learn My way,

From My fold no longer stray. Look above.

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Hear the music of the rain falling down,
On the roof and window pane, falling down.
So our Father, kind and true,

Showers of blessings, ever new,

On the good and evil, too, still doth send; And a cheerful song we raise,

To His honor and His praise,

For the love that crowns our days to the end.

CHAPTER XIII.

"MY SAVIOR'S CHARMS -"LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING JERUSALEM SO FAIR "-" HOW GOES THE BATTLE?"-" ONLY A LITTLE CHILD

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WHERE HE LEADS WE WILL FOLLOW"-" WAITING AT THE WELL "WONDROUS LOVE"-" ON WHAT FOUNDATION? "—" SAILING INTO PORT "OVER YONDER REMEMBER THE POOR '-" PASSING AWAY"-" GOD IS ALWAYS NEAR ME"-" MAN THE LIFE-BOAT _THE TEMPERANCE SHIP "-" TURN TO THE RIGHT ONLY A STEP TO HEAVEN -" TO DEPART, WHICH IS BETTER."-"PRAYING ALWAYS"-"SOON AND FOREVER."

N 1871, "The Charm, a Collection of Sunday School Music, by P. P. Bliss," was published. By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Church & Co., Cincinnati, we print the following hymns by Mr. Bliss:

MY SAVIOR'S CHARMS.

Charms in choral numbers,

Charms in martial strains,

Charms in social chorus,

Charms in glad refrain.

CHORUS.-But no other charms can be

Like my Savior's charms to me;
Lovely charms

Lasting charms,

Are my Savior's charms to me.

Charms in sanctus holy,

Charms in festal lays,

Charms in freedom's anthem,

Charms in childhood's praise.

Charms in harp and organ,
Charms in reed and string,

Charms in trumpet pealing,
Charms in everything.

LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING.

ON a dark, stormy night, when the waves rolled like mountains and not a star was to be seen, a boat, rocking and plunging, neared the Cleveland harbor. "Are you sure this is Cleveland?" asked the captain, seeing only one light from the light-house. • Quite sure, sir," replied the pilot. Where are the lower lights?” "Gone out, sir." "Can you make the harbor?" "We must, or perish, sir!" And with a strong hand and a brave heart, the old pilot turned the wheel. But alas, in the darkness he missed the channel, and with a crash upon the rocks the boat was shivered, and many a life lost in a watery grave. Brethren, the Master will take care of the great light-house: let us keep the lower lights burning!-D. L. MOODY.

Brightly beams Our Father's mercy

From His Light-House evermore;
But to us He gives the keeping

Of the lights along the shore.

CHORUS.-Let the lower lights be burning!

Send a gleam across the wave;

Some poor, fainting, struggling seaman

You may rescue, you may save.

Dark the night of sin has settled,
Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing
For the lights along the shore,

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother.
Some poor sailor, tempest-tost,
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness, may be lost.

JERUSALEM SO FAIR.

O, Jerusalem, the golden-city bright and fair;

All the sanctified, the purified, the glorified are there;
There the Savior we shall see, and His glory we shall share,
In Jerusalem so bright and fair.

CHORUS. O Jerusalem, so fair! O Jerusalem so fair!

All the sanctified, the purified, the glorified are there;
There the Savior we shall see, and His glory we shall share,
In Jerusalem so bright and fair.

HELP.

O Jerusalem, the golden-city of the blest;

Where the glory beams eternal on thy towers in beauty drest;
Where the wicked cease from troubling, the weary are at rest,
In Jerusalem so bright and fair.

O Jerusalem, the golden-city fair and bright:

How thy pearly gates in splendor soon will burst upon our sight;
How thy golden streets will glow, for the Lamb is all the light,
In Jerusalem so bright and fair.

HOW GOES THE BATTLE?

"Victory, victory!" hear the angels say,
When a gentle word turns angry thoughts away;
Though the stormy battle-field a little heart may be,
"Tis a mighty conflict, 'tis a glorious victory.

CHORUS.-How goes the battle, then, what news to-day?
One side is gaining ground-one giving way!
Rally for the right, oh, battle manfully,
Let the blessed angel band shout the victory.
"Victory, Victory," Zion shall be free,

Let the blessed angel band shout the victory.

Victory, victory!" shout the evil throng,
When a little heart gives room to purpose wrong;
Then the holy angel bands do sadly turn away;
"Victory, our victory!" the evil spirits say.

Victory, victory!" soon we all may sing,
"Glory be to Thee, O Lord, our heavenly King!
Thou hast overthrown the last, the dreaded enemy;
Thine alone, the battle, Lord, be Thine the victory."

HELP.

Help me to sing,

Savior and King;

Heart service only to Thee would I bring.

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