Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1891-11-26
STRAWBRIDGE B CLOTHIER.
MARKET STREET, EIGHTH STREET, FLBERT STREET,
PHILADELPHIA.
UNCLE aAsTUs, TnAYKsGIYING.
Eben \. baldwin.


Written for Every Evening.
lse glad to meet de bredren,
Dis happy 'casion day,
In de log church at de- corners,
Whar we is met to pray;
An fore we start dc neetin'
An fore we gin to sing,
wants ter tell de bredren
Erbout de Saviour kingl
One night little stranger,
Cum trabbelin all alone,
From way up dar in heben,
Roun' about de thronel
Dey foun' Him in de stable,
Among de COWS and sheep.
While all around de peoples
Was snorin' fast asleep;
'Cept some shepherds watchin'
Way out dar in dc night,
Who heard de angels singin'
And saw wondrous light
Now bredren-dat same baby,
OBJ low and humble birth,
Was Lord-our blest Redeemer
De God OBJ all dc earth
An old King Hcrod hearn it,
An made cruel law
Dat bad men kill dc chillens,
Eb'ry one dcy saw
But Mary an de baby
Away to Egypt fled.
And don't cum back no mo- till
Old lIerod king was ded.
Well, dc babe kept on growin'
Like mos all babies do,
An showed mighty likin'
For all dats good and true;
An all de time He's tcllin'
About de hebenly dove,
Away up dar In glory
War dar am perfect Lowell
An bout de great Thanksgiving
Fore de great white throne,
Angels dar n singin'
An praisin' Him alone;
An sho' huff He opened
DE clouded, blinded eyes.
An healed de sick and dyin',
An only sin despised!
An bred rem, lie quickened-
DE berry dead 70 life
For lie was full Of love divine,
An hated petty strife,
In His face de glory
OBJ heben itself did shine,
An thro' His mighty powers
De water turned to wincl
An few loaves and fishes,
De hungry crowd did feed,
He was the man from heben,
And berry God, indeed
hut breTren dis same Saviour
Who raised de berry dead
Was poor-and had not even
A place to lay His head
An 0 de pain He suffered
An o de shame he borel
Till on his face oh sorrow,
Stood blood at cherry pore,
Despis-ed and rejected.
pc bloody press he trod,
Wild not a friend to 90 to
But to His Father-God
An den de cruel soldiers,
So full OBJ sin an dross,
Took Jesus-our Redcemer-
An nailed him to de cross!
An bredren-dar He showed us.
Dc greatest love for man;
He died and laid salvation
A true and holy plan
How you an ! may know 1t.
De love OBJ God so sweet,
An dwell down low and humble
AT the Redeemers feet.
An O, dc Lord am risen,
FROM ont de grave oh clay,
lie burst de bars asunder
And opened up de way,
To heben an to glory
For sinners like we Is;
For no man could show greater
Or truer love dan this.
So bredren look to hcben.
An lift your hearts in praise,
To Him, de God Of harvest,
An try to find his ways.
So wen you eats de turkey,
Dis great Thanksgiving day,
Remember God, your Father,
Asks you an me to pray.
An thank Him for de gladness,
An thank Him for de pain,
For sending us so bounteously
De sunshine an de rain
lie speaks, de mountains tremblel
He speaks, an life is dead
lie speaks, and from his bounty
The multitude is fed
Oh praise Him, bredren praise Him,
For you can't undcrstan',
But faith will surely bring you
Into de promised Lam
CLAYMoNT, DEL, Nov. 10th, 1891.
Invitations have been extended to OK
resident Cleveland to visit the Atlantl