The broad and downward way. Prayer or song, Then raise at least a prayer or song To save them while we may. TURN TO THE RIGHT. "Tis a rule in the land that when travelers meet, In highway or byway, in alley or street, On foot or in wagon, by day or by night, What a wonderful measure of trouble we'd shun, If all the humanity under the sun, Under the sun, While passing each other were truly polite, And wishing "Good morrow," would turn to the right. What a pity when selfishness stands in the way, Stands in the way, And hinders one's hearing what Wisdom would say, There's joy on the journey, the end is delight, ONLY A STEP TO HEAVEN. Day by day we saw her failing, As the summer time went by ; And I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works do fol low them. Hark, on the shore of "Immanuel's Land," Shout the " Triumphant" and glorified band; "Farewell," we sigh, as our friends leave the strand, Mourning below is rejoicing above; We tell of sorrow while they sing of love. Lovingly called from his labors below; |