"MOVE ON, MOVE ON, MOVE ON." A little brown-eyed boy once stood upon a city's street

And begged each passer-by for help, to buy some food to eat,

Cold, hungry, wet, the little boy had begged since early dawn

But everywhere he heard these words, "move on, move on, move on."

He saw a man whose overcoat and hat were latest style,

To him the boy appealed for aid and gave his sweetest smile,

But in a voice that made him quake, the man cried out "begone,

How dare you speak to one like me? move on, move on, move on."

He saw a lady dressed in silk, her furs were rich and rare,

To her the boy his story told in tones of deep

despair;

But like the rest, she moved aside, her skirts more closely drawn,

And sweeping past him, seemed to say, "move on, move on, move on.'

That night beneath a drift of snow, the little boy was found,

Beyond the reach of want, now lay dying on the ground;

A big policeman picked him up, that form so thin and wan,

And strange for him, forgot to say, "move on, move on, move on."

The doctor at the hospital tried Irard his life

to save,

But all in vain were medicines and treatment that he gave.

Just once he opened his brown eyes cre his last breath was drawn,

And looking at the doctor said, "please sir, I'se movin' on."

His little spirit had moved on, far from the haunts of men,

And entered in that city fair, the new Jerusa

lem.

There safe upon his Saviour's breast in heaven's golden dawn,

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He nevermore will hear these words, move on, move on, move on."

Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

NOT TO THE HIGH AND NOBLE.

Not to the high and noble, not to the great of earth,

Came the angelic message, telling the Saviour's birth.

But where the lowly minded watched through the shadows deep,

T'was to the humble shepherds, guarding the Temple sheep.

Out in the fields with nature, bathed in her dewy tears,

Watching for signs of danger, bending with list'ning ears

When there appeared the angels, shining with heavenly light;

While sweetest strains of music, fell on the silent night.

Then broke the angel chorus, "fear not they heard them sing,

"For yonder lowly manger cradles your Lord and King:

Behold we bring good tidings of joy to all mankind,

Haste ye, in yonder city, your Saviour you will find."

Then ran the faithful shepherds unto the holy place,

And gazed with silent rapture on their Redeemer's face.

For there within the manger, with swaddling garments curled, Reclined the Hope of ages, the Saviour of the

Not to the high and noble, not to the great and grand,

Comes now the blessed Saviour, standing with But to the meek and lowly, where eyes with outstretched hand;

tears are dim

Jesus each heart will enter that feels its need of Him.- Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

USE ME, SAVIOUR USE ME.
This shall be my daily prayer
"Use me, Saviour use me."
Anytime or anywhere

Use me, Saviour use me.
In Thy hands I passive lie,
Use me, Saviour use me.
As the days are going by

Use me, Saviour use me.
Whether as a light-house bright,
Use me, Saviour use me.
Or a little candle light

Use me, Saviour use me.
Either with the rich and great,
Use me, Saviour use me.
Or to those of low estate,
Use me, Saviour use me.
Leading some poor soul to Thee,
Use me, Saviour use me.
Building for eternity

Use me, Saviour use me.
I can say "Thy will be done,"
Use me, Saviour use me.
Till my earthly race is run,
Use me, Saviour use me.-

Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.
LITTLE SUNSHINE.
Jesus let me shine for Thee,
Little sunshine I would be,
Shining everywhere I go,
Lighting up this world of woe.
Like a little ray of light

I would be a sunbeam bright
For my Saviour I would shine,
Little beams of love divine.
Let me shine while here I live,
Lord, Thou can'st the sunshine give;
Like a bright ray I would be,
Shining everywhere for Thee.
Let me tell to those around
That I have the Saviour found;
May I be as sunshine bright,
Lighting them to paths of right.—
Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr.

GOD BLESS THE WHITE RIBBON.

O, white ribbon workers arise in the morning And think of your mission when first you are dressed;

And do not forget among other adorning,
The little white ribbon you wear on your breast.
God bless the white ribbon, the little white
ribbon,

The dainty white ribbon, love's fingers have
Hope of futurity, emblem of purity, [pressed;
The little white ribbon we wear on our breast.
How wide-spread this movement for God and

the nation,

When first it was started you could not have

guessed:

It shines o'er the world like a ray of salvation, The little white ribbon you wear on your breast. It stands for our Christ and the kingdom of

heaven,

It stands for the home, blessed haven of rest.
The sweetest of badges to mortals e'er given,
The lit le white ribbon we wear on our breast.
Then wear it wherever poor souls may be
dying.

T'will be like a beacon across the dark crest,
And when in the coffin at last you are lying,
O, may the white ribbon still gleam on your