The Diamond Jubilee Special

Here we come, here we come
We are the W.C.T.U.
We must rid our land of rum
And we know that God will show us how.
Oh this drink's an awful curse
And t'will go from bad to worse
If we fail to do our duty here and now.

We must have some inspiration
If we hope to help our nation
We must work and pray and trust
And no matter what the cost
We must do the utmost to save them
Or our young folks will be lost.

To the jubilee we'll be going
And good seeds we'll be sowing
We shall reap a bountiful harvest by and by
And though Satan sets the sare
For our young folks we must care
We must keep on working, praying till we Die.

Come on now please and don't be late
We'll be sure to meet you at the Gate
With a prayer in our hearts
And our ticket in our in our hand
All aboard, all aboard
  For the Diamond Jubilee.

       Carrie Colyer.

Written for the Tea held at the parsonage of
Trinity E. U. B. Church on May 24, 1949

  Read by Mrs James R. Cooper

When I Met the Master

I had walked life's way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasures led,
Until one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.

With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body, but none for my soul,
I had entered to win in life's mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.

I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see
That His eyes, full of sorrow, were fixed on me;
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.

Melted and vanished, and in their place
Naught else did I see but the Master's face
And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meet
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.

My Thought is now for the souls of men;
I have lost my life to find it again,
E're since one day in a quiet place
I met the Master face to face.

A PLEA FOR MISSIONS

There is a land where none have heard
Of God and his own holy word;
How Jesus died upon the tree
That all people might from sin be free.
Go preach the word, was his command,
Go into each and every land.
Don't wait too long, make no delay,
For people are dying every day.

With pleading eyes and outstretched hands
They look to us, from foreign lands.
They have so little, we are told,
Let's share with them. God won't withhold
Our daily bread, but day by day, increase our store,
And then, you know, we can give them more.
Freely ye have received, so freely give,
That others over the sea may live.

God's word we cherish within our heart,
We know each one will do their part
To let the light of God's love shine in
To those who live in the fields of sin.
Feed my sheep, the savior said,
See that they get the living bread.
Perhaps in your hand you hold the key
That will open the door of a glorious eternity.

       Carrie Colyer, 1949

(46 David South River NJ - Sunday May 4, 1952)

At morning when I kneel to pray
I ask God's care throughout the day
And not for me alone but others
Because all people are sisters and brothers

At evening when I kneel to pray
I thank Him for His blessed way
For those who journey home to God
Walking the path that Jesus trod.

He paints the sky at break of day
And to his people he doth day
Look up! behold the beauty there
Remember child you are in y care.

Oh! if only we could but see
How He had planned for us to be
We would do His will and sing His praises
Through this and all our numbered days

Oh God is there no peace within the heart
For travelers worn and weary
Is there no balm for a wounded soul
Where the day is dark and dreary?