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Prepared the trumpet's call to greet,
Soldier of Jesus, stand!
Await thy Lord's command.
Seek, soldier! pilgrim! seek thine home,
Revealed in sacred lore;
Where founts of life their treasures yield
In streams that never cease ; Where everlasting mountains shield
Vales of eternal peace :
Where they who meet shall never part ;
Where grace achieves its plan; And God, uniting every heart, Dwells face to face with man.
Thomas Gisborne. 1803.
O UR God, our Father, with us stay,
And make us keep thy narrow way;
Flee from temptation, and to fight
IT came upon the midnight clear,
To touch their harps of gold, -
From Heaven's all-gracious King":
To hear the angels fing.
Yet with the woes of fin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Two thousand years of wrong ;
The love-song which they bring :
And hear the angels fing !
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold ; When Peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors Aing, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.
Rev. E. H. Sears.
IN the beginning was the Word :
And there was life and light.
And as that Word moves surely on,
The light, ray after ray,
And night grows into day.
O Word that broke the stillness first,
Sound on! and never cease, Till all Earth's darkness be made light,
And all her discord peace!
Till — wail of woe and clank of chain
And bruit of battle stilled — The world with thy great music's pulse,
O Word of Love! be thrilled ; —