Stand up! stand up for Jesus!
His gospel still proclaim,
Of God the common father,

Our good his ceaseless aim!
When selfish ruling magnates
Of states or churches, bind
On man their heavy burdens,
Cast all their "laws" behind!

Stand up! stand up for Jesus
'Gainst foul monopoly-
The robbing of the people,
Of homes and liberty!
Let not the craft of despots
Your piety control,

But boldly stand with Jesus
For every trampled soul!

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-Caleb S. Weeks.

BLOW YE THE TRUMPET, BLOW.

OLD HYMN-NATURALIZED.

Blow ye the trumpet, blow
With loud exulting sound!
Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound!
The dawn of jubilee has come!
Return, ye wanderers, return!

Ye slaves of dogma-creeds
And superstition's fright,
Now, answering your needs,

See! Nature sends her light!
The dawn of jubilee has come!
Return to freedom's light, return!

Ye who from priestlings think
To gain a heavenly day,
See! from their creeds they shrink
Explaining them away!

The dawn of jubilee has come!
Return to Nature's light, return!

-Caleb S.

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Music by Prof. Wood.

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MY FREEDOM.

O, joy! at last my soul is free!
In ruins lie its prison bars!
My bark hath gained the open sea,
And sails beneath the cternal stars!

I languish in the clutch no more
Of superstition's palsied hand;
Behind me fades the narrow shore;
Beyond, the sea of Truth expands!

Henceforth no fettering, church-wrought creed
The freedom of my thought shall chain!
The truth alone my steps shall lead
Through reason's limitless domain.

The awful nightmare of despair,
Which first the trembling soul appals,
That sees old faiths dissolve in air,

And marks tradition's crumbling walls,

Hath long since passed away the time;
Their wonted strokes my pulses keep,
While nearer on their course sublime
The coming waves of Freedom sweep.
Reproachful voices now are hushed,

The conflict's angry murmurs cease;
With dawning hope my sky is flushed,

And o'er me waft the airs of peace.

Not long can dogma's gloomy night.
In darkness hold its captive souls;
For ever into broadening light

L.M.

L.M.

The earth with sun-born impulse rolls.

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EVENING OF LIFE.

AIR-" ROTHWELL."

-J. L. Stoddard.

O thou true life of all that live!
Who dost, unmoved, all motion sway;
Who dost the morn and evening give,
And through its changes guide the day.

Thy light upon our evening pour,-
So may our souls no sunset see;
But death to us an open door
Of an eternal morning be.

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THE DAY OF FREEDOM.

AIR-" WARD."

When, from each temple of the free,
A nation's song ascends to heaven,
Host holy Father, unto thee

Now let our humble prayer be given.

-Selected.

Sweet peace be here; and hope and love,
Be round us as a mantle thrown,

As unto thee, supreme above,

The knee of prayer is bow'd alone.

And grant, O Father, that the time
Of earth's deliverance may be near,
When every land, and tongue, and clime,
The message of thy love shall hear;-

When, smitten as with fire of heaven,
The captive's chain shall sink in dust,

And to his fettered soul be given
The glorious freedom of the just.

-J. G. Whittier.

DARE TO BE TRUE.

Dare to be true, whatever your station,
No matter what your name or your station,
Undaunted and fearless be every thought,
Your earnest conviction, honestly wrought.

Dare to be true-though the fierce scorners rail,
And your brave conduct revile and assail,
Let the scoffers scoff, and the haters hate;
Be steadfast and firm whatever your fate.

Dare to be true-all unshackled and free,
Unfettered and bold, on land and on sea;
Determined ne'er to let soul-blinding error
Inspire with dread or fill you with terror.

Dare to be true-wherever you are,
Though the curse comes bitter, near and afar;
Though fair-weather friends are far away fled,
And unthinking people wish you were dead.

Dare to be true-and mark strictly your way,
By the truth's steady light, day after day;

Safe it will lead you all dark dangers past,
And Heaven's sweet glories on earth will forecast.

Dare to be true-though public opinion

Would make you a cringing, slavish minion;
Would as it rattles its numberless seals

Crush out your life with its juggernaut wheels.

Dare to be true-let no blinding passion
Lead you astray, or give you occasion
To blush for yourself, or weep bitter tears,
Because of a stain on your manhood's years.

Dare to be true-never let clanking chain
Hold you its victim for greed or for gain;
For freedom and right your banner unfurl,
All forms of oppression away to hurl.

Dare to be true-in this great world of ours,
Where deceit and falsehood blacken the hours,
Where millions of cowards ever arise,
The true, honest soul is a gem to prize.

Dare to be true-in each word and deed
That love to brotherhood be your great creed;
Be true to yourself, whether young or old,
For the wealth of truth is better than gold.

Dare to be true-and forever obey
The spirit within-that leads not astray;
To nobody born for praise or for help,
But aim to be ever, LORD OF YOURSELF.

L.M.

-Susan H. Wixon.

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MEMORY OF THE PAST.

AIR-" ROTHWELL."

How blest is he whose tranquil mind,
When life declines, recalls again
The years that time has cast behind,
And reaps delight from toil and pain.