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2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 3 By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Never shall the cross forsake ine;
Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver: Lo, it glows with peace and joy.
Oh, for their sake, press thou on! 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 4 Be this world the wiser, stronger, Light and love upon my way,
For thy life of pain and peace; From the cross the radiance streaming While it needs thee, oh, no longer Adds more lustre to the day.
Pray thou for thy quick release ; 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, i 5 Pray thou undisheartened rather, By the cross are sanctified;
That thou be a faithful son ; Peace is there, that knows no measure, By the prayer of Jesus, - "Father, Joys that through all time abide.
Not my will, but thine, be done!”
Samuel Johnson. 5 In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time; 299 Psalm of Life.
1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream;
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem. 1 Onward, onward, though the region 2 Life is real, life is earnest !
Where thou art be drear and lone; And the grave is not its goal: God hath set a guardian legion
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Very near thee, press thou on!
Was not spoken of the soul. 2 By the thorn-road, and none other, 3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is the mount of vision won;
Is our destined end and way; Tread it without shrinking, brother! But to act, that each tomorrow Jesus trod it,- press thou on!
Finds us further than today
298 The Conflict of Life.
2 No tongue in earth or heaven can tell, 3 Stay with us, Son of Righteousness ! No speech can ever syllable,
Light with thy light our heaviness, Faith only feels what raptures dwell Dispel the gloomy night's distress, In hearts that love Immanuel.
And fill the world with blessedness.
Tr. St. Bernard. † 1153. To Rathbun.
4 Simple rule and safest guiding, 4 Lives of great men all remind us
Inward peace and inward light, We can make our lives sublime, Star upon our path abiding, And, departing, leave behind us
"Trust in God, and do the right.” Footprints on the sands of time:
Norman Macleod. 5 Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for
302 Be Frank and Fearless. fate;
any Still achieving, still pursuing,
To Rathbun. Learn to labor and to wait.
i He who has the truth, and keeps it,
Henry W. Longfellow. Keeps what not to him belongs, 301 Trust in God and do the Right.
But performs a selfish action
That his fellow-mortal wrongs. To Rathbun. i Courage, brother! do not stumble 2 He who seeks the truth and trembles
Though thy path be dark as night; At the dangers he must brave, There's a star to guide the humble: Is not fit to be a freeman,
“Trust in God, and do the right.” He at best is but a slave. 2 Though the road be long and dreary, 3 Be thou like the noble ancient And its ending out of sight:
Scorn the threat that bids thee fear; Foot it bravely — strong or weary:
Speak! no matter what betide thee; "Trust in God, and do the right." Let them strike, but make them hear. 3 Some will hate thee, some will love thee, 4 Be thou like the first apostles
Some will flatter, some will slight; Be thou like heroic Paul; Cease from man, and look above thee: If a free thought seek expression, “Trust in God, and do the right.” Speak it boldly — speak it all!
John G. Whittier.
2 Joy to the earth! the Father reigns: But
this heart, by sorrow taught, Let men their songs employ,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. While fields and floods, rocks, hills,
and plains Repeat the sounding joy.
2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom ;
The sun shines bright, and manis gay; 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Thine equal mercy, spreads the gloom Nor thorns infest the ground:
That darkens o'er his little day. He comes to make his blessings flow
As far as sin is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain And makes the nations prove
Thy frail and erring child must know; The glories of his righteousness,
But not one prayer is breathed in vain, And wonders of his love.
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
Mercy in All.
To Federal St. 1 My God! I thank thee : may no thought
E’er deem thy chastisements severe;
4 Thy various messengers employ!
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
T 4 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray:
Make but one fold below, above; And when we go the last lone way, Oh, give the welcome of thy love!
307 Christ's Example. 1 () suffering friend of human kind!
How, as the fatal hour drew near, Came thronging on thy holy mind
The images of grief and fear!
2 Still, near the lake, with weary tread,
Lingers a forin of human kind;
Why seeks he not a pillowed bed? Beasts have their dens, the bird its nest,
He hath not where to lay his head. 4 Such was the lot he freely chose,
To bless, to save the human race; And through his poverty there flows A rich, full stream of heavenly grace.
William Russell. 306 Gethsemane. I A voice upon the midnight air,
Where Kedron's moonlit waters
- O Father, take this cup away!” 2 O Man of sorrow, meekly die;
Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe; Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh,
revive the faint and low. 3 Great Chief of faithful souls, arise !
None else can lead the martyr-band, Who teach the brave how peril Aies, When faith, unarmed, lifts up the
2 Gethsemane's sad midright scene,
The faithless friends, the exulting
foes, The thorny crown, the insult keen,
The scourge, the cross, before thee
3 Did not thy spirit shrink dismayed,
As the dark vision o'er it came; And though in sinless strength arrayed, Turn shuddering from the death of
4 Onward, like thee, through scorn and
dread, May we our Father's call obey, Steadfast thy path of duty tread, And rise through death to endless day!
Stephen G. Bullinch
Arr. by Dr. MASON.
308 HORTON. 7
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's
scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, bither baste.
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Watch to see the morning rise ; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
A wounded spirit who can bear? 5 Sinner, come ; for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
3 When my love for man grow's weak,
When for stronger faith I seek,
To thy scenes of fear and woe; 4 There behold bis agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree;
Love triumphant still in death. 5 Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain,
J. R. Wreford, Alt. S. Longfellow.
Anna L. Barbauld.
310 In Loving Reunion.
We are met in thy great name;
Manifest thy presence here.
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace :
309 Gethsemane and Calvary.
When for deeper faith I seek,
Garden of Gethsemane !
While the lingering twilight fades; See that suffering, friendless one, Weeping, praying, there alone.