I’m yet in the path
A jogging along,
That’s leading to the righteous
Away from the wrong.
We have not time
To talk evil of others,
For losing enemies
To gain heavenly brothers.
Oh, Lord!
May the day be long
In which you have power
To sound the heavenly gong.
We know this means
Our last day,
Bless us and save us
In that land far away.
THE PLACE WHERE LITTLE MARY LIVES
Down a beautiful country road
The roses in bloom and their perfume strewed,
Oh! the joy it brought to my heart,
’Twas so tender, so sweet, I couldn ne’er depart
From that place where little Mary lives.
Oh! that spot beside the hill
Where nature and beauty can always build,
Tells a story it really seems
And will always be life’s sweetest dream
Of that place where little Mary lives.
When she plucked and gave to me
A beautiful rose in a manner so free,
The heavenly breezes begin to blow
And the tenderness through my heart did flow
For that place where little Mary lives.
That was a day of God’s decree,
And oh! no scenes could sweeter be,
They soothed my heart and eased my pain,
May the bright sunshine ne’er turn to rain,
Down where little Mary lives.
But summer is soon to fade away,
Followed by a cold winter day.
The howling winds in the month of December,
But that dear little rose I’ll always remember
That come from the place where little Mary lives.