"FREELY YE HAVE RECEIVED, FREELY GIVE."

So free are the gifts of heaven, So many the blessings which fall, That, should we attempt to count them We could not number them all. For God is a generous Giver. Who sows with a liberal hand Shall reap a bounteous harvest And gather the fruits of the land. For 'tis God that gives the increase, And oft it's a "hundred fold," And men are reaping in many ways Aside from lands and gold. The blessings of home and fireside, Of friendship, of books, of health, Of knowledge, of church, of worship, All these are a part of our wealth. But off in the sunny Southland, In a part of our country large, Are needs, which with us are blessings, And to us there comes this charge:— Freely received are God's mercies; And now will ye freely give? It will be a glorious mission To help a nation live. BLUEHILL, ME.