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Thankfully we will rejoice in
All the beauty God has given; But beware it does not win us
From the work ordained of Heaven. Following every voice of mercy
With a trusting, loving heart, Let us in life's earnest labor
Still be sure to do our part. Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,
Let us work with all our might,
In the coming stormy night.
Lest, before to-morrow's sun,
Shall have left our work undone.
Stockwell, 49. 63. Psalm of life.
Benneson, 44. Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream;
And things are not what they seem.
And the grave is not its goal: Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end and way; But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day. Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor, and to wait.
Thou seemest human and divine,
Stockwell, 49. 61.
Our prayer. Benneson, 44. FATHER, hear the prayer we offer!
Not for ease that prayer shall be, But for strength that we may ever
Live our lives courageously.
Do we ask our way to be;
May we tread rejoicingly.
Would we idly quiet stay; But would smite the living fountains
From the rocks along our way. Be our strength in hours of weakness,
In our wanderings, be our guide; Through endeavor, failure, danger,
Father, be thou at our side!
Stockwell, 49. Beauty and duty. Benneson, 44.
All around us, fair with flowers,
Fields of beauty sleeping lie; All around us clarion voices
Call to duty stern and high.
H. W, LOXOFELLOW.
Earnest toil and strong endeavor
Of a spirit which, within,
And besetting sin;
Steady heart, and purpose strong,
F. G. Whittier.
Boylston, 32. 64.
The trust assured and still,
We come to do thy will!
By saints serenely trod,
In human hearts to strive,
To conquer self, and live;
And bring the wronged redress,
The spirit's God-likeness.
No trembling on the tongue,
Through thy completeness, strong!
66. Servants of Freedom, Ward, 18.
7. G. Whittier.
65. Servants of Truth. Joy, 66. Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises,
Heard the solemn steps of Time,
Of another clime?
Thrilled within thy heart of youth
What, and where, is Truth? Not to ease and aimless quiet
Doth the inward answer tend;
As our being's end:
Folded hands, and solemn tone;
And performance shown:
Stockwell, 49. 67. Onward, upward.
Benneson, 44. ONWARD, onward, though the region
Where thou art be drear and lone: God hath set a guardian legion
Very near thee,-press thou on!
MANOAH. C. M.
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By the thorn-road, and none other,
Is the mount of vision won: Tread it without shrinking, brother!
Jesus trod it,-press thou on! By thy trustful, calm endeavor,
Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver:
O, for their sake, press thou on! Be this world the wiser, stronger,
For thy life of pain and peace: While it needs thee, O, no longer
Pray thou for thy quick release;
That thou be a faithful son;
Yet that scaffold sways the future,
And, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the Shadow, Keeping watch above his own!
7. R. Lowell. 69.
Enlisted. Telemann, 41. HONORED they who firmly stand, While the conflict presses round; God's own banner in their hand, In his service faithful found. What our foes? Each thought impure; Passions fierce, that tear the soul; Every ill that we can cure; Every crime we can control;Every suffering which our hand Can with soothing care assuage; Every evil of our land; Every error of our age. On, then, to the glorious field! He who dies his life shall save; God himself shall be our shield, He shall bless and crown the brave.
ONCE to every man and nation
Comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood,
For the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah,
Offers each the bloom or blight,And the choice goes by forever
'Twixt that darkness and that light. Then to side with Truth is noble
When we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit
And 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses,
While the coward stands aside. Till the multitude make virtue
Of the faith they had denied. Though the cause of Evil prosper,
Yet 'tis Truth alone is strong; Though her portion be the scaffold,
And upon the throne be Wrong,
Ready. Missy Chant, 16. Our spirits lay their noblest powers, As offerings, on thy holy shrine: Thine was the strength that nourished
ours, The soldiers of the Cross are thine. While watching on our arms at night, We saw thine angels round us move; We heard thy call, we felt thy light, And followed, trusting to thy love. Send us where'er thou wilt, O Lord ! Through rugged toil and wearying fight; Thy conquering love shall be our sword, And faith in thee our truest might. Send down thy constant aid, we pray ; Be thy pure angels with us still; Thy Truth, be that our firmest stay; Our only rest, to do thy will.
O. B. FROTHINGHAM,
O, BLEST is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell
Is most invisible!
Where real right doth lie,
Wrong to man's blindfold eye!
O, learn to lose—with God!
And beckons thee his road.
And right the day must win:
To falter would be sin !
He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost; God's will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost. Workman of God! O lose not heart,
But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battle-field
Thou shalt know where to strike, Muse on his justice, downcast soul.
Muse, and take better heart; Back with thine angel to the field,
And bravely do thy part. For right is right, since God is God;
And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin !
73. The battle-field. Miss'y Chant, 16.
Victory. Telemann, 41. Stainless soldier on the walls ! Knowing this, he knows no more, Whoso fights, and whoso falls, Justice conquers evermore! He who battles on her side, God, though he were ten times slain, Crowns him victor glorified, Victor over death and pain. And forever! But his foe, Self-assured that he prevails, Sees aloft the red right Arm Straight redress the eternal scales.
R. W. Emerson.
The hero. Pleyel, 40.
F. W. FABER,
Ever first in freedom's van,
J. W. CHADWICK.
I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,
Or secret thing to know;
And guided where I go.
To none that ask denied;
While keeping at thy side; Content to fill a little space,
If thou be glorified. Briers beset my every path,
That call for patient care; There is a cross in every lot,
An earnest need for prayer: But lowly hearts that lean on thee
Are happy anywhere.
76. The bravest. Nuremburg, 39.
T. W. Higginson.
One by one. Stockwell, 49. One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall: Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each: Let no future dreams elate thee;
Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one, bright gifts from heaven,
Joys are lent thee here below: Take them readily when given;
Ready, too, to let them go.
Do not fear an armed band :
Shadows passing through the land.
Hath its task to do or bear: Luminous the crown and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Lowly service. Simeon, 30. FATHER, I know that all my life
Is portioned out for me;
I do not fear to see;
Intent on pleasing thee.
ADELAIDE A. PROCTER