to ask Mr.
Sankey to sing that hymn. I hope there will be a thousand young converts
coming into our ranks to help hold the fort. Our Saviour is in command,
and He is coming. Let us take up the chorus.

Ho! my comrades, see the signal
Waving in the sky!
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh!

CHO.--
"Hold the fort, for I am coming,"
Jesus signals still.
Wave the answer back to heaven,
"By Thy grace we will."

See the mighty hosts advancing,
Satan leading on;
Mighty men around us falling,
Courage almost gone.--Cho

See the glorious banner waving
Hear the bugle blow.
In our Leader's name we'll triumph
Over every foe.--Cho.

Fierce and long the battle rages,
But our Help is near;
Onward comes our Great Commander,
Cheer, my comrades, cheer!--Cho.

P. P. Bliss.

"Let the Lower Lights be Burning."

A few years ago at the mouth of Cleveland harbor there were two lights,
one at each side of the bay, called the upper and lower lights; and to
enter the harbor safely by night, vessels must sight both of the lights.
These western lakes are more dangerous sometimes than the great ocean.
One wild, stormy night, a steamer was trying to make her way into the
harbor. The Captain and pilot were anxiously watching for the lights. By
and by the pilot was heard to say, "Do you see the lower lights?" "No,"
was the reply; "I fear we have passed them." "Ah, there are the lights,"
said the pilot; "and they must be from the bluff on which they stand,
the upper lights. We have passed the lower lights; and have lost our
chance of getting into the harbor;" What was to be done? They looked
back, and saw the dim outline of the lower lighthouse against the sky.
The lights had gone out. "Can't you turn your head around?" "No; the
night is too wild for that. She won't answer to her helm." The storm was
so fearful that they could do nothing. They tried again to make for the
harbor, but they went crash against the rocks, and sank to the bottom.
Very few escaped; the great majority found a watery grave. Why? Simply
because the lower lights had gone out. Now with us the upper lights are
all right. Christ himself is the upper light, and we are the lower
lights, and the cry to us is, Keep the lower lights burning; that is
what we have to do. He will lead us safe to the sunlit shore of Canaan,
where there is no more night.

Brightly beams our Father's mercy