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A - MEN.

No shrinking from the desperate fight,
No thought of yielding or of flight;
No love of present gain or ease,
No seeking man or self to please;
With the brave heart and steady eye,
We onward march to victory.

What though with weariness oppressed? 'Tis but a little, and we rest;

Finished the toil, The battle fought,

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the rest begun!

the triumph won!

Horatius Bonar.

"Thou crownest the year with thy goodness."
O THOU, whose perfect goodness crowns
With peace and joy this sacred day,
Our hearts are glad for all the years
Thy love has kept us in thy way.

For common tasks of help and cheer,
For quiet hours of thought and prayer,
For moments when we seemed to feel
The breath of a diviner air;

For mutual love and trust that keep
Unchanged through all the changing time;
For friends within the veil who thrill
Our spirits with a hope sublime :-
For this, and more than words can say,
We praise and bless thy holy name.
Come life or death, enough to know
That thou art evermore the same!

John White Chadwick

ABBEY. C.M.

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JAMES TURLE.

AMEN.

ONE thought I have, my ample creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my every need,-

It is the thought of God.

Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise,
I feast at Life's full board;
And rising in my inner skies

Shines forth the thought of God.
At night my gladness is my prayer;
I drop my daily load,
And every care is pillowed there

Upon the thought of God.

I ask not far before to see,
But take in trust my road;
Life, death, and immortality

Are in my thought of God.

To this their secret strength they owed
The martyr's path who trod;
The fountains of their patience flowed
From out their thought of God.

Be still the light upon my way,
My pilgrim staff and rod,

My rest by night, my strength by day,
O blessed thought of God.

Frederick L. Hosmer.

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"To-day, if ye shall hear his voice."

OUR God, our God, thou shinest here;
Thine own this latter day;
To us thy radiant steps appear;

Here leads thy glorious way!
We shine not only with the light

Thou didst shed down of yore; On us thou streamest strong and bright; Thy comings are not o'er.

The fathers had not all of thee;

New births are in thy grace;
All open to our souls shall be

Thy glory's hiding-place.
We gaze on thy outgoings bright;
Down cometh thy full power;
We, the glad bearers of thy light;
This, this thy saving hour!

On us thy spirit thou hast poured,
To us thy word has come;
We feel, we bless thy quickening, Lord!
Thou shalt not find us dumb.

Thou comest near; thou standest by;

Our work begins to shine; Thou dwellest with us mightily,

On come the years divine !

Thomas H. Gill.