He spared not His Son !

"Tis this that silences each rising fear,

'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear, He spared not His Son !

Who shall condemn us now?

Since Christ has died, and ris'n, and gone above,

For us to plead at the right hand of love, Who shall condemn us now?

'Tis God that justifies !

Who shall recall the pardon or the grace, Or who the broken chain of guilt replace? "Tis God that justifies !

The victory is ours!

For us in might came forth the Mighty One, For us he fought the fight, the triumph won ; The victory is ours!

LAUS DEO.

EVERLASTING praises
To the Father be !

Everlasting praises

To the Saviour be!

Everlasting praises
To the Spirit be!
Everlasting praises

To the blessed Trinity!

Everlasting praises

For the Father's love?

Everlasting praises

For the Saviour's love!

Everlasting praises

For the Spirit's love!

Everlasting praises

To the Three-One God of love!

PRESS ON.

Be brave, my brother!

Fight the good fight of faith

With weapons prov'd and true;

Be faithful and unshrinking to the death,
Thy God will bear thee through;

The strife is terrible,

Yet 'tis not, 'tis not long;

The foe is not invincible,

Though fierce and strong.

Be brave, my brother!

The recompense is great,

The kingdom bright and fair;
Beyond the glory of all earthly state,
Shall be the glory there.
Grudge not the heavy cost,

Faint not at labour here,

'Tis but a life-time at the most,

The day of rest is near.

Be brave, my brother!

He, whom thou servest, slights
Not ev'n his weakest one;

No deed, tho' poor, shall be forgot,
However feebly done.

The prayer, the wish, the thought,

The faintly spoken word,

The plan that seemed to come to nought,
Each has its own reward.

Be brave, my brother!

Enlarge thy heart and soul;

Spread out thy free glad love,
Encompass earth, embrace the sea,

As does that sky above.
Let no man see thee stand

In slothful idleness,

As if there were no work for thee

In such a wilderness.

Be brave, my brother!

Stint not the liberal hand,

Give in the joy of love;

So shall thy crown be bright, and great
Thy recompense above ;

That poor weak deed of thine;

But like the God himself who gives, Eternal and divine.

EVER NEAR.

I CLOSE my heavy eye,-
Saviour ever near!

I lift my soul on high

Thro' the darkness drear.

Be thou my light, I cry,

Saviour, ever dear!

I feel thine arms around,

Saviour, ever near !

With thee let me be found,

So shall I never fear,

Whatever ills abound ;—

Saviour, ever dear!