6 Let us, in life or death, And publish, with our latest breath, S. H. M. 462. CH. WATCHMAN. Excellence of Faith. 1 FAITH is the Christian's prop, It is the anchor of his soul When tempests rage and billows roll. 2 Faith is the polar star That guides the Christian's way, It points the course, where'er he roam, 3 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. 4 The faith that works by love, A foretaste of the joys above It bears us through this earthly strife, C. M. 463. Power of Faith. TURNER. 1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, 2 The wounded conscience knows its power 3 Unveiling wide the heavenly world, 4 There, still unshaken, would we rest, And then, on faith's triumphant wing, L. M. 464. MONTGOMERY. The Christian Graces. 1 FAITH, hope, and charity, these three, Father of lights, these gifts impart 2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail, Is God's own name, for God is love. 3 The morning star is lost in light, 4 But charity, serene, sublime, Beyond the reach of death and time, Like the blue sky's all-bounding space, Holds heaven and earth in its embrace. C. M. 465. BREVIARY. "These three, but the greatest of these is Charity.” 1 HERE hope and faith their links unite With love in one sweet chain; But when all fleeting things are past, Love shall alone remain. 2 O love! O true and fadeless light! That, after all our toils and tears, 3 'Mid thousand fears and dangers now 4 O Giver of each perfect gift! Our faith and hope increase, And crown them, in the future years, With endless love and peace. L. M. 466. SIR HENRY WOTTON. A Happy Life. 1 How happy is he born and taught, 2 Whose passions not his masters are; 3 Who hath his life from rumors freed; 4 Who God doth late and early pray Nor dare with Heaven's high will contend 5 This man is freed from servile bands Lord of himself, though not of lands, L. M. 467. Humility. MONTGOMERY. 1 THE bird that soars on highest wing . When Mary chose the better part, Was made for God's own temple meet:- Whose clothing is humility. 3 The saint that wears heaven's brightest crown In deepest adoration bends; The weight of glory bows him down Then most when most his soul ascends: The footstool of humility. 1 WHEN Christ among the sons of men 2 Their miseries his compassion moved, 3 Their malice raged without a cause: He prayed for murderers on his cross, 4 O may his conduct, all divine, Like us, O God, our hearts incline |