end.

Fight on, ye little soldiers, }
The battle you shall win, } _bis_
For the Saviour is your Captain,
And He has vanquished sin.

And when the conflict's over, }
Before Him you shall stand, } _bis_
You shall sing His praise forever
In Canaan's happy land.

_THE TUNE._

The hymn was made popular thirty or more years ago in a musical
arrangement by Hubert P. Main, with a chorus,--

I'm glad I'm in this army,
And I'll battle for the school.

Children took to the little song with a keen relish, and put their whole
souls--and bodies--into it.

"LITTLE TRAVELLERS ZIONWARD"

Belongs to a generation long past. Its writer was an architect by
occupation, and a man whose piety equalled his industry. He was born in
London 1791, and his name was James Edmeston. He loved to compose
religious verses--so well, in fact, that he is said to have prepared a
new piece every week for Sunday morning devotions in his family and in
this way accumulated a collection which he published and called
_Cottager's Hymns_. Besides these he is credited with a hundred
Sunday-school hymns.

Little travellers Zionward,
Each one entering into rest
In the Kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the blest,

There to welcome Jesus waits,
Gives the crown His followers win,
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,
Let the little travellers in.

The original tune is lost--and the hymn is vanishing with it; but the
felicity of its rhyme and rhythm show how easily it adapted itself to
music.

"I'M BUT A STRANGER HERE."

The simple beauty of this hymn, and the sympathetic sweetness of its
tune made children love to sing it, and it found its way into a few
Sunday-school collections, though not composed for such use.

A young Congregational minister. Rev. Thomas Rawson Taylor, wrote it on
the approach of his early end. He was born at Osset, near Wakefield,
Yorkshire, Eng., May 9, 1807, and studied in Bradford, where his father
had taken charge of a large church, and at Manchester Academy and
Airesdale College. Sensible of a growing ailment that might shorten his
days, he hastened to the work on which his heart was set, preaching in
surrounding towns and villages while a student, and finally quitting
college to be ordained to his sacred profession. He was installed as
pastor of Howard St. Chapel, Sheffield, July, 1830, when only
twenty-three. But in l