2. The martyr first, whose eagle eye

Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky,

And called on Him to 'save.
Like Him, with pardon on His tongue

In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong ;

Who follows in his train ?

3. A glorious band, the chosen few

On whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,

The lion's gory mane,
hey bowed their necks the death to feel ;
Who follows in their train ?

4. A noble army, men and boys,

The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice

In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven

Through peril, toil, and pain ;
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.

R. Heber.

368.

Not Peace, but a sword.

C.M.

I.

FORI
ORTH went the heralds of the Cross,

No dangers made them pause ;
They counted all the world but loss

For their great Master's cause.

2. Through looks of fire and words of scorn,

Serene their paths they trod;
And, to the dreary dungeon borne,

Sang praises unto God.
3. Friends dropped the hand they clasped before,

Love changed to cruel hate,
And home to them was home no more,

Yet mourned they not their fate.
4. In all his dark and dread array,

Death rose upon their sight;
But calmly still they kept their way,

And shrank not from the fight.
5. Like them all danger let us brave,

What we deem right pursue ;
And e'en the gentle chains of love,
Shake off, to seek the True !

W. Gaskell.

369.

Our Master.

10.4. 10.4.

1.
THOU art our Master ! Thou of God the Son,

Of man the Friend;
By Thee alone the victory is won ;

Our souls defend ! 2. Thou art our Master ! may we love Thy word;

Thy Spirit give;
May we obey Thee as our risen Lord,

Obey and live. 3. Thou art our Master! with Thy cross, Thy crown,

Thou Crucified !
Now from Thy starry throne look gently down,

With us abide !

4. Thou art our Master ! through the narrow way

Thou once didst tread,
Lead Thy disciples upward to the day,

Thou living Head !
5. Thou art our Master! at Thy feet we cast

Our burdens now,
The yoke of love we take : 0 bind us fast !
To Thee we bow.

S. D. Robbins.

370.

The Son of Man.

C.M.

1.

O

SON of Man ! Thy name by choice,

Our hope, our joy, our life,
Make us like Thee, whose gentle voice

Was never heard in strife.
2. Holy and harmless, undefiled,

On earth Thou wert alone;
Come from the depths of heaven, a child,

To make the lost Thine own ;
3. To be a glory in our night,

And bring us from above,
The way heaven's children live, all bright

With self-forgetting love.
4. In all things like Thy brethren made,

O teach us how to be
With meekness, gentleness, arrayed,
In all things like to Thee.

George Macdonald.

371.

Pressing Onward.

75.

I.

JESUS

ESUS, unto whom we pray,

Christ the Life, the Truth, the Way,

Lord, the path of glory show,

And uphold us as we go.
2. All the past we would forget,

We have not attained yet,
Even our best achievements be

Failures all compared to Thee.
3. Wherefore aid us to aspire

Ever upward, ever higher,
Through the light, or through the dark,

Pressing onward to the mark.
4. Running the appointed race,

May we grow in every grace,
Ripening in Thy knowledge still,
As we do the Father's will.

5. Be it, Lord, by pain and loss,

Be it by a bitter cross,
Living or dying, we would be

In holy beauties liker Thee.
6. Liker Thee till effort cease,

Life in God be perfect peace;
Every thought and wish divine,
All our soul conformed to Thine.

Walter C. Smith,

IOS.

372.

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,
Reviled, Lord, let me not revile again,

And ever let Thy hand my warmth control. 3. When truth is overborne and error reigns,

When clamour lords it over patient love,
Give the brave calmness which from wrath refrains,

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;
O bear me up, when this weak flesh despairs,
And the one arm faith leans on is the Lord's.

Horatius Bonar.

373.

75.

Led by Christ.
1. FEEBLE, helpless, how shall I

Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be ?

Who shall lead Thy child to Thee?
2. Blessed Father, gracious One,

Thou hast sent Thy holy Son:
He will give the light I need ;

He my trembling steps will lead.
3. Through this world, uncertain, dim,

Let me ever lean on Him;
From His precepts wisdom draw,
Make His life my solemn law.