BENDA. S. H. M.

757.

"Faith which worketh by love."

1 FAITH is the polar star

That guides the Christian's way, Directs his wanderings from afar

To realms of endless day:

It points the course, where'er he roam,
And safely leads the pilgrim home.
2 Faith is the rainbow's form

Hung on the brow of heaven,
The glory of the passing storm,

The pledge of mercy given: It is the bright triumphal arch Through which the saints to glory march. 3 The faith that works by love, And purifies the heart,

A foretaste of the joys above

To mortals can impart :

It bears us through this earthly strife,
And triumphs in immortal life.

There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our final rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.

2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blesséd clime Where life is not a breath,Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

3 There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown, A whole eternity of love,

Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

4 Thus star by star declines,

Till all are passed away,

As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day:
Nor sink those stars in empty night-
They hide themselves in heaven's own
light.

450. Prayer for the Indwelling of the Spirit.

1 HOLY Spirit! Love Divine!

Let thy light within me shine;
Breathe thyself into my breast:
Earnest of immortal rest.

2 Let me never from thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way: Keep me thine, for ever thine; Let thy love and joy be mine. 513. The Prodigal invited.

1 BROTHER, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother; homeward come. 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers

God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life's most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother; God can save.
3 He can heal thy bitterest wound,

He thy gentlest prayer can hear:
Seek him, for he may be found;
Call upon him; he is near.