I ask thee to be joyous,
My child should ne'er repine
When giving self completely,
Thy life is lost in mine."
My child should ne'er repine
When giving self completely,
Thy life is lost in mine."
Lord, bravely will I gather
These sheaves of service true,
Through storm or sunshine, daily,
Thou wilt my strength renew;
Then, though untilled thy garner,
I've naught withheld from thee.
And love shall bind the treasures
For all eternity.
These sheaves of service true,
Through storm or sunshine, daily,
Thou wilt my strength renew;
Then, though untilled thy garner,
I've naught withheld from thee.
And love shall bind the treasures
For all eternity.
TAPS
"Put out the lights!" Be my last thought a prayer;
Thy weary warrior seeks his Captain's care;
The morrow's march shall his endurance test,
Till daylight breaks, may he in safety rest.
Thy weary warrior seeks his Captain's care;
The morrow's march shall his endurance test,
Till daylight breaks, may he in safety rest.
When on closed ear shall all unheeded fall
The silvery notes of evening's bugle call,
Oh, may his head be pillowed on thy breast,
The peace be won—of everlasting rest.
The silvery notes of evening's bugle call,
Oh, may his head be pillowed on thy breast,
The peace be won—of everlasting rest.
REVEILLE
The bugle sounds! be thine my waking thought!
For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought;
I gird mine armor—be it my delight
In face of foes to battle for the right.
For love of thee may this day's deeds be wrought;
I gird mine armor—be it my delight
In face of foes to battle for the right.
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