Our Saviour is in command,
and He is coming. Let us take up the chorus.
Ho! my comrades, see the signal
Waving in the sky!
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh!
CHO.--
"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still.
Wave the answer back to heaven,
"By Thy grace we will."
See the mighty hosts advancing,
Satan leading on;
Mighty men around us falling,
Courage almost gone.--Cho
See the glorious banner waving
Hear the bugle blow.
In our Leader's name we'll triumph
Over every foe.--Cho.
Fierce and long the battle rages,
But our Help is near;
Onward comes our Great Commander,
Cheer, my comrades, cheer!--Cho.
P. P. Bliss.
"Let the Lower Lights be Burning."
A few years ago at the mouth of Cleveland harbor there were two lights,
one at each side of the bay, called the upper and lower lights; and to
enter the harbor safely by night, vessels must sight both of the lights.
These western lakes are more dangerous sometimes than the great ocean.
One wild, stormy night, a steamer was trying to make her way into the
harbor. The Captain and pilot were anxiously watching for the lights. By
and by the pilot was heard to say, "Do you see the lower lights?" "No,"
was the reply; "I fear we have passed them.
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