The Latter-day Message

THE LATTER-DAY MESSAGE M. Charles Woods. mp -I rs ft ,/ Evan Stephens. h££ y»g.aJ>f-i #^ P^ :=£ £: SE r 1. Lo! from the dust a voice re - sounded; Lo! from the tomb a 2. Lo! from the heav'ns an an - gel winging, The fulness of the 3. Straight from heaven's glorious portal, Came an an - gel, 4. Tell it to kin - dred tongue and people, Shout from the byways r.-u H * ^— J Pr—si £ 1 — -~r—» — •'— • — • £& EB A n-4- wip ^=p=> =t S£ l=i t trump has sounded; gos - pel bringing, once a mor - tal, church and stee - pie, fe t=& A A -L— L =- The promised an-gel came in glo - ry. Cry - ing a-loud through vaults of a - zure: To earth a glor-ious message bringing, That once a- gain to man is giv - en n p=- is P — % — P — I -#-i-y ■■: 1 - « — m — sd m m — d IV — • a - * — 0 W S m l#v m 0 S- m ite / Sop. & Alto. Sing, oh, Is - rael Hark! ye watchmen Wor - ship Him on Wake all creatures . :^ if. ,fi _ The hills gave forth their sa - cred sto-ry. Sing, oh Israel, Fear God, this is His judgment hour. Hark! ye watchmen While heav'nly hosts a - loud were singing: Worship Him on An an - gel's vis - it straight from heaven. Wake all creatures .P _P J I f . -^a f 2?=: 0- • 0 -d j rsT m P s f— 0 -. 0 •- f = C| P 1 C— I V 1 F

THE LATTER-DAY MESSAGE 719 Bit. molto. i y — I- t^-h- • ^=£ ^3 I shout for glo - ry, Shout, shout for joy, ye of the tow - er, Hark, hark and sing, ye earth and o - cean. Sing, sing and praise, ere praise and sing, Make ready for the ■TSV m £= at m 5E^ Mr 1 na - tions all. na - tions all. a - tion all. Bridegroom King. h -I— w i *=f z? r=F fei Bit. molto. Shout for glo - ry, Shout, shout for joy, ye na - tions of the tow - er, Hark, hark and sing, ye na - tions earth and o - cean, Sing, sing and praise, ere - a - tion praise and sing, Make ready for the Bridegroom King. _| |— all. all. all, m 0 ^ r 0 0 0 0 0 r- 1- 3? ill I Putting It Over It isn't a step from oblivion to fame, It isn't a whim or a notion, You've something to do when you carve out a name That carries from ocean to ocean; It's putting it over and making it truth — The vision you dream in the days of your youth! It isn't a gift that the fairies bestow, It isn't the thing you inherit, That makes you a genius — it's burning to know And working it up into merit; It's over-time, all-the-time bent on the game, That puts you at last in the public acclaim. It isn't a fling from defeat to success. It isn't a sunburst of glory, It's simply no more and it's simply no less Than is found in the commonest story: It's pegging and plugging at deeds that exceed, And sticking out till it has to succeed. Mesa, Arizona. BERTHA A. KqEINMAN.