In the far-off time of a hundred years ago,
Lay the land 'neath oppression's chain ;
And the prayer went up for the tyrant's
overthrow
Throughout all the wide domain.
CHoars
Our fathers drew the sword
In the battle of the Lord,
And they conquered every foe;
For the Lord's own band
Gave them Freedom o'er the land
'Twas a hundred years ago.
From the Church and School, from the
' mountains to the sea,
Rang the notes of the warning cry,
Till the great land rose, with a shout for
Libeity,
To vanquish the foe or die. Cho.
For their homes they foupht, for their con
science and for truth.
And a Highway of light they trod ;
And they won fur us, aged sire and tender
youth,
Full freedom to worship God. Cho.
May tbe truth of God come to every heart
and home,
And the hosts of the Free increase.
Till the whole broad earth, in the hundred
years to come,
Be fllicd with the songs of peace. Cho.
Prayer, by llev. E. E. Berry, of the
Lutheran Church.
Music.
HOLD THE FOET.
Ho ! my comrades, see the signal
Waving in tbe sky !
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh !
CllOBL'S
" Hold the fors, for I am comin;,"
Jesus signals still,
Wave the answer back to Heaven,
. "By Thy grace we will."
See the mighty host advancing,
Satan leading on ;
Mighty men aronnd us falling,
Courage almost gone. Cho.
See the glorious banner waving,
Hear the bugle blow,
. In oar Leader's name well triumph
. Over euery foe. Cho.
Fierce and Imi? the battle rages,
: But our Help is near ;
Onward comes our Great Commander,
Cbeer, icy comrades, cheer. Cho.
Address to Sunday Schools, by Rev.
