1. Not by the martyr's death a-lone, O Lord, Thy saints their crown have won ;

Thou hast a tri-umph-robe on high For bloodless fields of victory.

1. And will the mighty God, Whom heaven cannot contain, Make me His temple and abode, And in me live and

1. Lord, I be lieve a rest remains, To all Thy people known;

Till Thou hast calmed our troubled breast And crushed the power of

BERLIN. IO.

Arr. from MENDELSSOHN.

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Father, to us Thy children, humbly kneeling, Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin, and shame,

Give such a force of ho-ly thought and feeling, That we may live to glorify Thy Name;

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354

JAMES F. CLARKE.

1 FATHER, to us Thy children, humbly kneeling,
Conscious of weakness, ignorance, sin, and shame,
Give such a force of holy thought and feeling,
That we may live to glorify Thy Name;

2 That we may conquer base desire and passion,
That we may rise from selfish thought and will,
O'ercome the world's allurement, threat, and fashion,
Walk humbly, gently, leaning on Thee still.

3 Let all Thy goodness by our minds be seen,
Let all Thy mercy on our souls be sealed;
Lord, if Thou wilt, Thy power can make us clean;
But speak the word, Thy servants shall be healed.

.1 O For a heart of calm repose
Amid the world's loud roar,
A life that like a river flows
Along a peaceful shore.

Unknown.

2 Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart
With gentleness divine;

Indwelling peace Thou canst impart;
O make that blessing mine.

3 Above these scenes of storm and strife
There spreads a region fair;
Give me to live that higher life,
And breathe that heavenly air.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace,
That victory make me win;

Then shall my soul her conflict cease,
And find a heaven within.

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WILLIAM H. HURLBUT.
1 My God, in life's most doubtful hour,
In sharpest pains of death,
Who waits on Thee hath peace and power,
Thou present help of faith!

2 Help me, O God, to seek, to win,

Through struggles and through prayer,
The faith which frees my soul from sin,
And brings Thy blessing there.

3 So shall my cross of conquered shame
My fainting brothers raise,
So Thy triumphant mercy flame
Around my path of praise.

4 And earth, with all its pains and toil,
By love's pure presence blest,
Shall wear the calm celestial smile

Of heaven's eternal rest.

2 This can my every care control,
Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul;
Without it all is night.

3 O happy scenes above the sky,
Where Thy full beams impart
Unclouded beauty to the eye,
And rapture to the heart!

4 Her portion in those realms of bliss,
My spirit longs to know;

My wishes terminate in this,
Nor can they rest below.

5 Lord, shall the breathings of my heart
Aspire in vain to Thee?

Confirm my hope, that where Thou art

I shall forever be.

6 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing
The darksome hours away,
And rise, on faith's expanded wing,
To everlasting day.

358

JOHN CHANDLER.

3 The sufferings that our souls oppress,
Thy mightier hand shall cure;
And Thine avenging arm redress
The wrongs we now endure.

4 O then, what full success shall smile
On all our labors past!

Who would not gladly weep awhile
To reap such joys at last?

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ALEXANDER R. THOMPSON.

1 0 THOU, whose filmed and failing eye,
Ere yet it closed in death,
Beheld Thy mother's agony,

The shameful cross beneath;

2 Remember them, like her, thro' whom
The sword of grief is driven,
And O, to cheer their cheerless gloom,
Be Thy dear mercy given.

3 Let Thine own word of tenderness
Drop on them from above;
Its music shall the lone heart bless,
Its touch shall heal with love.

1 WHEN earth's fierce tempest o'er us rolls, 4 O Son of Mary, Son of God,

Our hope is in the skies;

To Thee, O God, we lift our souls,
And heave our frequent sighs.

2 Thou dost a Father's aid afford,
Before the prayer is made;

In all our weakness, gracious Lord,
Thy strength is full displayed.

The way of mortal ill,

By Thy blest feet in triumph trod,
Our feet are treading still.

5 But not with strength like Thine, we go
This dark and dreadful way;
As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe,
So strengthen us, we pray.

2 That hope the sovereign Lord has given 4 And every pang that wrings the breast,