THE WAR AND THE WORK.

White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 282, 18 December 1918, Page 2

THE WAR AND THE WORK.

A NOTE FROM LEIGH. Day by day our men are failing. Week by week we get the news, Another lad’s been killed in action. Till our hearts the tale refuse. Can we tell to father, mother. That their soldier boy is gone; Never now he’ll cross the ocean In the troopship homeward bound. Oh, how ".ad our hearts are feeling. As we gaze upon their woe.*; Tears down stricken cheeks arc stealing For the 'acl that’s now laid low. Oh, New Zealand! Oh, New Zealand! You’ve a heavy price to pay For the lads of our Dominion To ihe war you’ve sent away. Best and bravest of our manhood L> ing in a foreign grave. Tell us, tell us, Oh! New Zealand, How our children we can save. In my arms 1 held a baby, Merry, laughing cys of blur, Consecrated to God’s service. With the mission field in view. Now he’s ’listed in the Army, Toils within the tamp to-night, For the sake of those around us Who have their sons in fight. Though our hearts are wrung with anguish, There is none our cry to heed, For the Government is calling, “M»n! Oh, men! this is our need.” Yet there is a God in Heaven, Who our prayers w ill not deny. When our hearts to Him are given In one sweet, blest unity. Men of God. on you we’re calling, Who’vc l)»‘°n kept back from the fight, On your knees, before God falling, Seek, oh seek Him for the Light. You have preached a loving Father Gives to us a Saviour’s care. Now proclaim from every altar That the Lord of Hosts is here. Smiting us fo*' disobedience, In His wrath He now draws nigh , For His Temples desecrated. And His Sabbaths we deny. Ring His cry through all the Churches, Tell it in the Mission Hall, Bring the tithes in, oh, my people. Bring the tithes in, bring them all Then the Lord will rend the Heavens The Lord of Hosts in aU His pow°r. And the victory will ho given To the Allies in that hour. •-Eva.