BROTHER, thou art gone before us, From the burden of the flesh, And from care and sin released, Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest. The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, But Christ hath taught thy wandering feet Thou 'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus, On his Father's faithful breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest. Sin can never taint thee now, Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ 147 10---2 And there thou 'rt sure to meet the good "Earth to earth and dust to dust!"- But thy spirit, brother, soars away Where the wicked cease from troubling And when the Lord shall summon us May each, like thee, depart in peace, Where the wicked cease from troubling H. H. Milman. CHRISTIAN NAMES. IN Christian world, Mary the garland wears; Quakers for pure Priscilla are more clear, Of Marthas and of Abigails, few lines Have bragged in verse. Of coarsest household stuff And is not Clare for love excuse enough? Yet, by my faith in numbers, I profess These all than Saxon Edith please me less. -C. Lamb. HYMN. HYMN. FATHER in heaven! who gave me breath, 149 If from the track of duty e'er My thoughts would roam, my feet would slide, Still may I feel that Thou art near, And pray Thee, Lord, to be my guide. Yes! from Thine eye's unsleeping lid, The secret places are not hid, And darkness is as light to Thee! So when I wake to morning light, To bless my slumbers and defend. D. M. Moir. ENGLAND GOES TO BATTLE. Now, glory to our England, As she rises, calm and grand, With the ancient spirit in her eyes, The good sword in her hand! Our royal right on battle-ground Was aye to bear the brunt. Ho! brave heart, for one passionate bound, And take thy place in front. Now, glory to our England, As she rises, calm and grand, With the ancient spirit in her eyes, 150 ENGLAND GOES TO BATTLE. Who would not fight for England? In the ring to meet a tyrant's gage, Her stem is thorny, but doth burst And shall our dear rose wither? First In the ring to meet a tyrant's gage, To battle goes our England, A weary night she stood to watch And her spirit leaps within to match To battle goes our England, All as gallant and as gay Now, fair befall our England On her proud and perilous road, On her proud and perilous road, Now, victory to our England! 151 |