The freer step, the fuller breath,
The wide horizon's grander view,
The sense of life that knows no death,-
The Life that maketh all things new!
Samuel Longfellow.

Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Isaac Watts.

I O Life, that makest all things new,The blooming earth, the thoughts of men,

Our pilgrim feet, wet with thy dew,

In gladness hither turn again:

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ours;

The soldiers of the cross are thine. And now with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to thee, great God!

We would redeem thy holy land,

That land which sin so long has trod. Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord! Through rugged toil and wearying fight:

Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in thee our truest might. Send down thy constant aid, we pray; Be thy pure angels with us still; Thy truth, be that our firmest stay; Our only rest, to do thy will.

Octavius B. Frothingham.

279 DIX.

7s, 61.

Arr. fr. C. KOCHER (1786-1872).

2 For the wonder of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,

Father, unto thee we raise
This our grateful hymn of praise.

3 For the joy of ear and eye,

For the heart and mind's delight,
For the mystic harmony

Linking sense to sound and sight,
Father, unto thee we raise

This our grateful hymn of praise.

4 For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above,
Pleasures pure and undefiled,

Father, unto thee we raise
This our grateful hymn of praise.

5 For each perfect gift of thine

To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,

Flowers of earth and buds of heaven,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our grateful hymn of praise.

F. S. Pierpoint. I

280 Haste Not, Rest Not.

I Without haste and without rest:
Bind the motto to thy breast,
Bear it with thee as a spell;
Storm or sunshine, guard it well;
Heed not flowers that round thee bloom;
Bear it onward to the tomb.

2 Haste not let no thoughtless deed
Mar the spirit's steady speed;
Ponder well and know the right,
Onward then with all thy might;
Haste not years can ne'er atone
For one reckless action done.

3 Rest not-life is sweeping by,
Do and dare before you die;
Something worthy and sublime
Leave behind to conquer time:
Glorious 'tis to live for aye,
When these forms have passed away.

To build from out our daily lives
The temples of thy praise.

3 And if thy casual comings, Lord, To hearts of old were dear,

Face thou the wind, though safer seem In shelter to abide.

We were not made to sit and dream : The true must first be tried.

Henry Alford.

That feels thee ever near!

4 And nobler yet shall duty grow,

And more shall worship be,

When thou art found in all our life,

And all our life in thee.