MISSIONARY CHANT. L.M.

C. ZEUNER.

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MEN.

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"The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil." Go forth to life, O child of earth ! Still mindful of thy heavenly birth; Thou art not here for ease, or sin, But manhood's noble crown to win. Though passion's fires are in thy soul, Thy spirit can their flames control; Though tempters strong beset thy way, Thy spirit is more strong than they. Go on from innocence of youth To manly pureness, manly truth ; God's angels still are near to save, And God himself doth help the brave. Then forth to life, O child of earth! Be worthy of thy heavenly birth! For noble service thou art here; Thy brothers help, thy God revere ! Samuel Longfellow.

AWAKE, my soul; stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on:

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 'Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye,

That prize, with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.

He who, with calm, undaunted will,
Ne'er counts the battle lost,
But, though defeated, battles still,-
He joins the faithful host!

He who is ready for the cross,

The cause despised loves most, And shuns not pain or shame or loss, He joins the martyr host!

WORKMAN of God! oh, lose not heart

But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battle-field

Thou shalt know where to strike.

Thrice blest is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell
That God is in the field when he
Is most invisible !

Blest, too, is he who can divine

Where real right doth lie, And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man's blindfold eye!

For right is right, since God is God;

And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty,

To falter would be sin !

Frederick William Faber.

But if, at any time, we cease

Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us

Will soon be parched and dried.

For we must share, if we would keep,
That blessing from above:
Ceasing to give we cease to have, —
Such is the law of love.

186.

Richard Chenevix Trench. †

LIE open, Soul! the beautiful,
That all things doth embrace,
Shall every passion sweetly lull,

And clothe thee in her grace.

Lie open, Soul! the great and wise
About thy portals throng,
The wealth of souls before thee lies,
Their gifts to thee belong.

Lie open, Soul! in watchfulness
Each brighter glory win;
The infinite thy peace shall bless,

And God shall enter in !

O awful joy! O life divine!
O bliss too great, too full!

Earth, man, heaven, angels, all are thine,
And thou art God's, my Soul!

H. New.