RECITATIONS.

EASTER LILIES.
Ida L. Reed.

Easter lilies, see them bending,
Softly swaying to and fro,
Dainty bells in sunlight lifted,

Pure and stainless as the snow,
From the cold, dark earth they've risen,

Emblems of the Easter-tide,
Telling us of Christ our Saviour,

Who to ransom us hath died.
Tender thoughts the lilies bring us,
Memories of the long ago,
And we hear again the story,

Told by voices sweet and low,
Clearly, sweetly, down the ages
Ring the tidings o'er and o'er,
"He is risen, ye must seek Him

THE OPEN SEPULCHRE.
Ida L. Reed.

Open the sepulchre, empty and silent,
When at the morning His followers came,
Angels were watching there, this was their

message:

Jesus, is risen, go forth and proclaim Unto His loved ones the wonderful tidings. Here is the place He lay, come ye and see, He from the dead arose, tell those who loved Him,

Soon they shall see Him in Galilee. Thither He goeth now, Christ the Redeemer, Kingly, Triumphant, Almighty to save, Past is the pain of the cross and the scourging, Jesus is Victor o'er death and the grave.

A LITTLE LIGHT FOR JESUS. Ida L. Reed.

I'm a little light for Jesus

And I'm shining every day,
Sending out all for His glory,
Every little sunny ray.
I can find some path to brighten,

Though my years are very few,
Jesus' love and grace will help me,
Keep me shining clear and true.
My small rays may help to brighten
Some sad life and lead to Him,
Wand'ring souls each day I pray Him,
Ne'er to let my light grow dim.

SWEET EASTER BELLS.

On mountain height, by peaceful shores,
O'er sunny meads, in shaded dells;

Awake, your sacred echoes, wake,
Ring out your chimes, sweet Easter bells!

Let humble fane and lofty dome
Each answer each in tuneful swells,
O'er every temple to His praise,

Ring loud and clear sweet Easter bells. The orb of day his course pursues,

And in his path all shade dispels;—
With him encircling earth around—
Ring out, ring out sweet Easter bells.
Sweet Easter bells, glad Easter bells
Your liquid melody foretells
That morn when death itself shall die,
And heaven ring, sweet Easter bells.
RISEN.

See the seal is rudely broken!

Lo! the stone is rolled away! Kept is every sign and token, He is risen, angels say. Lo, the tomb is standing open And the Marys weeping near, Angel tones within are spoken He is risen, do not fear. Hark! the joyful tidings ringeth, Christ hath triumphed o'er the grave! Joy to all His followers bringeth, Christ hath risen!-lives to save!