6 That God hath once whispered a word in thine

ear,

Or sent thee from heaven one sorrow for sin, Is enough for a life both to banish all fear, And to turn into peace all the troubles within.

7 The schoolmen can teach thee far less about heaven,

Of the height of God's power, or the depth of His love,

Than the fire in thy heart when thy sin was forgiven,

Or the light that one mercy brings down from above.

8 Then why dost thou weep? For see! how time flies,

The time that for loving and praising was given

Away with thee, child, then, and hide thy red eyes

In the lap, the kind lap, of thy Father in heaven.

67.

The Pilgrims of the Night.

1 HARK! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore!

How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

Angels of Jesus!

Angels of light!

Singing to welcome

The pilgrims of the night.

2 Darker than night life's shadows fall around us,

And, like benighted men, we miss our mark;

God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely

found us,

Ere death finds out his victims in the dark!
Angels of Jesus! &c.

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you come!
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly
ringing,

The music of the Gospel leads us home.

Angels of Jesus! &c.

Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! turn their weary steps to Thee.

Angels of Jesus! &c.

5 Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,

The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;

All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

Angels of Jesus! &c.

6 Cheer up, my soul! faith's moonbeams softly glisten

Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea; And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen To those brave songs which angels mean for thee.

Angels of Jesus! &c.

7 Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,

Till life's long night shall break in endless love.

Angels of Jesus!

Angels of light!

Singing to welcome

The darkness of the night!

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The Christian's Song on his March to Heaven.

1 BLEST is the Faith, divine and strong,
Of thanks and praise an endless fountain,
Whose life is one perpetual song,

High up the Saviour's holy mountain.
O Sion's songs are sweet to sing
With melodies of gladness laden;
Hark! how the harps of angels ring,
Hail, Son of Man! Hail, Mother-
Maiden !

2 Blest is the hope that holds to God
In doubt and darkness still unshaken,
And sings along the heavenly road
Sweetest when most it seems forsaken.
O Sion's songs, &c.

3 Blest is the love that cannot love

Aught that earth gives of best and brightest;
Whose raptures thrill, like saints' above,
Most when its earthly gifts are lightest.
O Sion's songs, &c.

4 Blest is the penance that believes
That charity turns hell to heaven;
Counts its dark sins, and while it grieves
Hopes for all that to be forgiven.
Ó Sion's songs, &c.

5 Blest is the time that in the eye
Of God its hopeful watch is keeping,
And grows into eternity

Like noiseless trees when men are sleeping
O Sion's songs, &c.

6 Blest is the death that good men die,
Solemn, self-doubting, firm and wary;
Trusting to God its destiny,

And leaning for its hour on Mary.
O Sion's songs, &c.

Fight for Sion.

1 CHRISTIANS! to the war!

Gather from afar!

Hark! hark! the word is given; Jesus bids us fight

"For God and the Right,"

And for Mary, the Queen of Heaven! Now first for thee, thou wicked world! Puffed up with godless pomp and pageant! Avenging grace to humble thee

Can make the weakest arm its agent.
Christians! to the war!

Gather from afar!

Hark! hark! the word is given;

Jesus bids us fight

"For God and the Right,"

And for Mary, the Queen of Heaven!

2 And thou, dark fiend, six thousand years
The Bride of Christ in vain tormenting,
Shall find our hate and scorn of thee
Deep as thine own, and unrelenting.
Christians! to the war, &c.

3 Ah! Self! so oft forgiven, thou

Canst play no part but that of traitor.
We spare thy life; but thou must bear
The felon's brand, the captive's fetter.
Christians! to the war, &c.

4 But worse than devil, flesh, or world,
Human respect, like poison creeping,
Chills and unnerves the hosts of Christ,
When weary war-worn hearts are sleeping.
Christians! to the war, &c.

5 Like lions roaring for their prey,

Armies of foes are round us trooping;
What then? see! countless angels come
To heal the hurt, to raise the drooping.
Christians! to the war, &c.

6 Then bravely, comrades, to the fight,

With shout and song each other cheering; Strength not our own from heaven descends, The sun breaks out, the clouds are clearing. Christians to the war, &c.

7 On to the gates of Sion, on!

Break through the foe with fresh endeavour;
We'll hang our colours up in heaven,

When peace shall be proclaimed for ever.
Christians! to the war, &c.

70.

An Evening Hymn at the Oratory.

1 SWEET Saviour! bless us ere we go;
Thy word into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus! be our light!

2 The day is done, its hours have run;

And Thou hast taken count of all,-
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day, &c.
3 Grant us, dear Lord! from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us more than in past days
With purity and inward peace.
Through life's long day, &c.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear and sober liberty;
And simple hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like Thee.
Through life's long day, &c.

5 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;
And care is light, for Thou hast cared:
Ah! never let our works be soiled
With strife, or by deceit ensnared.
Through life's long day, &c.