Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end."

Anne Steele.

203 The Eternal Goodness.
I I long for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long;
But God hath led my dear ones on,
And he can do no wrong.

2 I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

3 And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed he will not break
But strengthen and sustain.

Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.

John G. Whittier.

204 Christian Fellowship.

I A holy air is breathing round,
A fragrance from above:
Be every soul from sense unbound,
Be every spirit love.

2 O God, unite us heart to heart,
In sympathy divine,
That we be never drawn apart,
And love not thee nor thine;

3 But by the cross of Jesus taught,
And all thy gracious word,
Be nearer to each other brought,
And nearer to the Lord.

Abiel A. Livermore,

{sighs?

These never-ceasing moans and What can it help if thou bewail thee O'er each dark moment as it flies? Our cross and trials do but press The heavier for our bitterness.

3 Only be still, and wait his leisure

In cheerful hope, with heart content To take whate'er thy Father's pleasure And all-discerning love hath sent. Nor doubt our inmost wants are known To him who chose us for his own.

4 Sing, pray, and keep his ways unswerving,

So do thine own part faithfully, [ing, And trust his word,-though undeservThou yet shalt find it true for thee;

God never yet forsook at need
The soul that trusted him indeed.
Neumark, tr. from German by T. C. Winkworth.

207 HEBRON. L. M.

LOWELL MASON.

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e- ther's space;

I For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord, With lifted song and bended knee; But now our thanks are chiefly poured For those who taught us to be free. 2 For when the soul lay bound below A heavy yoke of forms and creeds, And none thy word of truth could know, [with weeds, O'ergrown with tares and choked 3 The monarch's sword, the prelate's pride,

The church's curse, the empire's ban, By one poor monk were all defied,

Who never feared the face of man.

4 Half-battles were the words he said, Each born of prayer, baptized in

tears;

And routed by them, backward fled
The errors of a thousand years.

5 With lifted song and bended knee,
For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord;
But chief for those who made us free,
The champions of thy holy word.

J. Freeman Clarke.

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A-MEN.

2 Not long prayers, but earnest zeal,
This is what is wanted more:

Put thy shoulder to the wheel,
Bread unto the famished deal
From thy store!

3 Not high-sounding words of praise Sing to God, 'neath some grand dome,

But the fallen haste to raise,
And the poor from life's highways
Bring thou home!

4 Worship God by doing good:
Works, not words; kind acts, not
creeds;

He who loves God as he should,
Makes his heart's love understood
By kind deeds.

How purely hath thy speech come down

From man's primeval youth!

And slow and vast thine empire grown Of Freedom, Love, and Truth!

How gleam thy watch-fires through the night,

With never-fainting ray!

How rise thy towers, serene and bright, To meet the dawning day!

5 In vain the surge's angry shock,
In vain the drifting sands;
Unharmed, upon the Eternal Rock,
The Eternal City stands!

Samuel Johnson.