Answer him. Will you have it?--_C. J. Whitmore_.
Come
Ho, every one that thirsteth,
Come to the living stream,
And satisfy your longing soul
Where silver fountains gleam.
Come, weary, faint, and hungry;
Before you now is spread
A rich supply for all your needs;
Receive the living Bread.
Why do you linger longer?
Come while 'tis called today.
Here's milk and honey without price;
O, do not turn away!
Why feed on husks that perish?
Enter the open door.
Thy Saviour stands with outstretched hands;
Eat, drink, and want no more.
MAY WAKEHAM.
THE POWER OF SONG
My Own Experience
Near the summit of a mountain in Pennsylvania is a small hamlet called
Honeyville, consisting of two log houses, two shanties, a rickety old barn,
and a small shed, surrounded by a few acres of cleared land. In one of
these houses lived a family of seven,--father, mother, three boys, and two
girls. They had recently moved from Michigan. The mother's health was poor,
and she longed to be out on the beautiful old mountain where she had spent
most of her childhood.
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