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2. The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
And called on Him to 'save.
In midst of mortal pain,
Who follows in his train ?
3. A glorious band, the chosen few
On whom the Spirit came,
And mocked the cross and flame.
The lion's gory mane,
4. A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
In robes of light arrayed.
Through peril, toil, and pain ;
Not Peace, but a sword.
No dangers made them pause ;
For their great Master's cause.
2. Through looks of fire and words of scorn,
Serene their paths they trod;
Sang praises unto God.
Love changed to cruel hate,
Yet mourned they not their fate.
Death rose upon their sight;
And shrank not from the fight.
What we deem right pursue ;
Of man the Friend;
Our souls defend ! 2. Thou art our Master ! may we love Thy word;
Thy Spirit give;
Obey and live. 3. Thou art our Master! with Thy cross, Thy crown,
Thou Crucified !
With us abide !
4. Thou art our Master ! through the narrow way
Thou once didst tread,
Thou living Head !
Our burdens now,
S. D. Robbins.
The Son of Man.
SON of Man ! Thy name by choice,
Our hope, our joy, our life,
Was never heard in strife.
On earth Thou wert alone;
To make the lost Thine own ;
And bring us from above,
With self-forgetting love.
O teach us how to be
ESUS, unto whom we pray,
Christ the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Lord, the path of glory show,
And uphold us as we go.
We have not attained yet,
Failures all compared to Thee.
Ever upward, ever higher,
Pressing onward to the mark.
May we grow in every grace,
5. Be it, Lord, by pain and loss,
Be it by a bitter cross,
In holy beauties liker Thee.
Life in God be perfect peace;
Walter C. Smith,
The Spirit of Patience. 1. BEAR Thou my burden, Thou who bear’st my sin, ,
Both are too heavy, Lord, for me to bear; O take them, call them Thine; yes, Thine though
mine; And give me calm repose in hours of care.
2. Let me not fret because of evil men;
Smooth Thou each angry ripple of my soul,
And ever let Thy hand my warmth control. 3. When truth is overborne and error reigns,
When clamour lords it over patient love,
Yet from the stedfast course declines to move. 4. When love no refuge finds but silent faith,
When meekness fain would hide its heavy head, When trustful truth, shunning the words of wrath,
Waits for the day of right, so long delayed ; 5. Beneath the load of crosses and of cares ;
Of thwarted plans, of rude and spiteful words;
Led by Christ.
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who shall lead Thy child to Thee?
Thou hast sent Thy holy Son:
He my trembling steps will lead.
Let me ever lean on Him;