Toiling! toil - ing in the days of youth! Toil ing! toil ing for the cause of Truth!
Toil-ing, toiling, toil-ing on!

Toil-ing, toil-ing, toil - ing on!

3 Truth, our shining sickle, learning to use well,
Reaping in life's harvest, who the good can tell?
Reaping in the shadow, reaping in the sun,
Anywhere He calls us, till our work is done.

4 And in life's declining, all our work complete,
We will lay our sickles at our Master's feet;
And each patient toiler, all life's trials o'er,
Will receive his portion-life for evermore.

God's Little Ones.

Words and Music by B. F. BROWN.

1. Suf-fer little chil-dren to come to Me, Thus the blessed Sav-iour says; 2. Once the Saviour took in His lov - ing arms Lit-tle chil-dren ten - der - ly; 3. Un-to little ones Je-sus calls to day, And His voice is full of love;

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And for-bid them not, for in Blessing them in love, then He If we hear Him now, and His

We will come !

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ry spir-its wait. We long to walk the streets of gold, No mortal feet have trod, We bright thy mansions are-How soon our doubts would fly away, How strong our trust would grow, Un holy peace to win! Yet must we meekly bear the cross, Nor seek to lay it down, Un