By their Fruits ye shall know them.

1 WHEN Jesus, our great Master, camc
To teach us in his Father's name,
In every act, in every thought,
He lived the precepts which he taught.
2 So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

3 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour, God, When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 490

Steps.

LONGFELLOW.

1 We have not wings - we cannot soar
But we have fect to scale and climb
By slow degrees by more and more.
The cloudy summits of our time.

2 The heights by great men reached and
Were not attained by sudden flight, [kept
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.
3 Standing on what too long we bore,
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes,
We may discern - unseen before-
A path to higher destinies.

4 Nor deem the irrevocable past

As wholly wasted wholly vain If, rising on its wrecks, at last, To something nobler we attain.

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We Walk by Faith.

"T IS by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home,

Faith is our guide, and faith our light. The want of sight she well supplies: She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she pries,

And brings eternal glories near. 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray, Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way. 4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God; His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.

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ANON

Self-Sacrifice in the Daily Life.
Nor by the martyrs' death alone, [won;
The saints in heaven their crowns have
There is a triumph robe on high,
For bloodless fields of victory.

What though they were not called to feel
The cross, the flame, the torturing wheel
Yet daily to the world they died,
And sinful passions crucified.

3 Lord, grant us so to thee to turn,
That we to die through life may learn;
And when our carthly toils are o'er,
Rejoice with thee for evermore.

1 WAIT! for the day is breaking, Though the dull night be long: Wait! God is not forsaking

Thy heart. Be strong-be strong!] Wait! and the clouds of sorrow

Shall melt in gentle showers, And hues from heaven shall borrow, As they fall amidst the flowers. 2 Wait! 'tis the key to pleasure And to the plan of God; Oh, tarry thou his leisure,

Thy soul shall bear no load. Wait! for the time is hasting When life shall be made clear, And all who know heart-wasting Shall feel that God is dear.

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Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
"E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may."

It can bring with it nothing,

But he will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing
Will clothe his people too.
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens

Will give his children bread.

4 Though vine, nor fig-tree neither,
Its wonted fruit should bear;
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,

His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

1 FAITH is the polar star
That guides the Christian's way,
Directs his wanderings from afar

To realms of endless day:

It points the course where'er he roam, And safely leads the pilgrim home.

2 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 a bright, triumphal arch,

A whole eternity of love
And blessedness alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.

4 Thus, star by star declines

Till all are passed away,

As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day.
Nor sink those stars in empty night -
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

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Burial of Friends.

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MONTGOMERY.

Friends die, but to live again.

1 FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts,

That finds not here an end.
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime,
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections but a fire
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

3 There is a world above,

Where parting is unknown,

MONTGOMERY.

World, with its cares, away! A holy, solemn stillness, round

This lifeless, mouldering clay;
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here.
2 Behold the bed of death,

The pale and mortal clay!
Heard ye the sob of parting breath?
Marked ye the eye's last ray?
No! life so sweetly ceased to be,
It lapsed in immortality.

3 Bury the dead, and weep

In stillness o'er the loss.

Bury the dead! in Christ they sleep Who bore on earth his cross; And from the grave their souls shall rise, In his own image to the skics.

1 FAITH, hope, and charity, these three;
Yet is the greatest charity;
Father of lights, these gifts impart
To mine and every human heart.

Faith, that in prayer can never fail;
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail;
And charity, whose name above,
Is God's own name, for God is love.
The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight;
The rainbow passes with the storm,
And hope with sorrow's fading form.

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.

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All things Vain without Love.

14 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The works of love can e'er fulfil.

WATTS.

New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.

And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or, could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store, To feed the cravings of the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name:

As more of heaven in each we see;
Some softening gleam of love and prayer
Shall dawn on every cross and care.

3 The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask ;-
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.

4 Only, O Lord, in thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us this and every day
To live more nearly as we

For Brotherly Love. 1 GOD of love, we look to thee, Let us in thy Son agree; Show to us the Prince of Peace; Bid our jars forever cease. By thy reconciling love, Every stumbling block remove; Each to each unite, endear, Come, and spread the banner here. 2 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind; Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. Let us for each other care; Each the other's burden bear; To thy church the pattern give; Show how true believers live.

Father, by the breeze of eve
Called thy daily work to leave;
Pray! ere yet the dark hours be-
Lift the heart and bend the knee!

That they also may be one in us. 1 LORD, from whom all blessings flow, Perfecting the church below! Steadfast may we cleave to thee: Love the mystic union be. Join our faithful spirits, join Each to each, and all to thine: Lead us through the paths of prace, On to perfect holiness.