OUR INFANT IN HEAVEN.-WOMAN.

Till golden harp and angel voice
Rang out in mighty tone;

And as the silvery numbers swelled,
By seraph voices given,

High, clear, and sweet the anthem rolled
Through all the court of heaven.

WOMAN.

E. S. BARRET.

Not she with traitorous kiss her Savior stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could dangers brave,
Last at the cross and earliest at the grave.

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THE CHILD OF A KING.

HATTIE E. BUELL.

My father is rich in houses and lands,

He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands! Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold:

His coffers are full, he has riches untold.

My Father's own'Son, the Savior of men,
Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest of men,
But now He is reigning forever on high,
And will give me a home in heaven by and by.

I once was an outcast stranger on earth,

A sinner by choice, an "alien" by birth!

But I've been "adopted," my name's written down: An heir to a mansion, a robe, and a crown.

A tent or a cottage, why should I care?
They're building a palace for me over there!
Tho' exiled from home yet, still I may sing,
All glory to God, I'm the child of a King.

I'm the child of a King,

The child of a King;

With Jesus, my Savior,

I'm the child of a King.

THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTOR, LENOY AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS

"THE PRECIOUS GIFT OF SONG."

MARY LOUISA CHITWOOD.

If in one poor bleeding bosom
I a woe-swept chord have stilled;
If a dark and restless spirit

I with hope of heaven have filled;
If I've made, for life's hard battle,

One faint heart grow brave and strongThen, my God, I thank thee, bless thee, For the precious gift of song.