SERVE THE LORD WITH GLADNESS.
“Through Life’s deep shadow, grief and pain,
Where none by me beloved remain,
I ever heard the echoing strain,
O serve the Lord with gladness.
In sorrow and in anguish cast,
When hope and joy away were passed,
It oft came sounding in the blast,
O serve the Lord with gladness.
But now I know the joy that stays,
The ever bright and sunny rays,
And soft and low I sing the praise,
O serve the Lord with gladness.”
March 3, 1868.
MY SUNNY HOME.
“A sunny home
It is to me,
Where through the fields and forests free
O’er hill and dale I roam.
A sunny home
In love’s sweet reign,
Where sacrifice was ne’er a pain,
Or labour wearisome.
A sunny home
Where every shade
Is lighted by a ray that stayed
Of sun and joy to come.
A sunny home
It’s still to me,
When far away o’er land and sea
A stranger sad I roam.”