Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1915-01-21

go, my daughter, you are able
To destroy their Sabbath theme,
Go and prove their book bauble
And their doctrine all dream.
Dressed in all her pride and glory
She went forth to join the throng,
Where she heard the gospel story,
Both in sermon and in song.
Soon thrill of deep conviction
Seized upon her guilty soul.
Filled her heart with an affection
That her mind could not control.
Calmly rose she without falter
And her sins began to tell,
And she came before the altar
Where in humble prayer she fell.
Casting all her faith in heaven,
ALI her prayers went to the throne
Till hei sins we're all forgiven,
And the Savior was her own.
Then she fastened to her father
To inform him of Gods love,
| And to tell her aged mother,
There's better world above.
swell. my daughter, it's reported
You have joined the ignorant horde,
To their doctrine been converted,
All against your fathers word. ("
"Oh, dear father, show me favor.
I've not Joined the ignorant horde,
But I've found the Blessed Savior,
Who is Christ the risen Lord. F"
"Well, my daughter, your behavior
Seals your doom without delay.
You must either leave your Savior
Or your fathers house today"
sob, dear father, l will love you,
Tho you drive me from your door.
None on earth III place before you.
But love my Savior more. -
'Then be gone from me forever,
I'll see your face no more,
All your kindred ties you sever,
When you leave your fathers door. "
"Only let me have you favor,
And I'll be your willing slave,
But cannot yield my Savior,
No, I'd rather see my grave.
"There's your likeness, clothes and
purses,
Take them and at once depart,
For your prayer seems more like curs-
es a.
To my wounded, broken heart.
"Goodhye. father, will you meet me
Where happy millions dwell
Here's my hand, oh, will you meet me
Where we llnever more say farewell
"My dear mother, / have often
Thought of riches, pride and wealth,
But I'm now an outcast orphan
With no home on earth to dwell.
"Tbo' my father and my mother
Drove me homeless from their door,
I've friend more dear than either,
Who will keep me evermore.
Leaving mansion, field and fountain,
From the scene che turned away.
Up the wild and rocky mountain
Where her path in twilight lay.
To the bright and distant crags
Slowly journeyed she along,
While her voice in lonely echo
Filled the valley with her song.
Rosedale's evenings, mild and gentle,
By sweet zephyrs found the more,
And the night bad spread her mantle
As the skeptic left his door.
sob, dear Mary, come and listen
10 the lonely voice near,
Oh come quickly, how my heart
Feels weight / cannot bear.
The wife came to the veranda,
There she heard the notes abroad:
"Oh, dear husband, it's our Amanda
In sweet converse with her God.
Hear it through the starry regions,
How it's heavenly anthems rise,
Oh, dear husband, her religion
Is the doctrine Of the skies"
But these words we're scarcely spoken,
Ere she sank in anguish wild,
And the fathers heart was broken
AS he sped toward his child.
Up the mountain, dark and lonely,
Guided by her heavenly song,
Clasped his darling to his bosom
"Oh, my child, forgive my wrong.
sOh, come home and save your father.
It's your prayer that let me live,
Come my child, embrace your moth
or,
And our wretched act forgive"
Yes, my parents, I'll 20 with YOU,
And we'll join the heavenly theme. |
Singing glory, hallelujah
To our Savior's glorious NAME
houting glory to our Savior,
She returned in heavenly love,
Where her parents soon found favor
In the joys from heaven above.
hey with all their sins forgiven
Went rejoicing on their way,
o their home high up in heaven
In the realms Of endless day.