2-Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought;
Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises ;-what are men?

3-Go, labour on; your hands are weak,
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek,

Is near, a kingdom and a crown.

4-Go, labour on while it is day,

The world's dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away;
It is not thus that souls are won.

5-Men die in darkness at

your side,

Without a hope to cheer the tomb ;

Take up the torch and wave it wide,

The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.

6-Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.

7-Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;

For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight cry, "Behold I come."

BONAR.

7's.

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Philip. i. 21.

1—Christ, of all my hopes the ground, Christ, the spring of all my joy! Still in Thee let me be found,

Still for Thee my powers employ.

2-Let Thy love my heart inflame;

Keep Thy fear before my sight;
Be Thy praise my highest aim;
Be Thy smile my chief delight.

3-Fountain of o'er-flowing grace,
Freely from Thy fulness give ;
Till I close my earthly race,
Be it "Christ, to me to live."

4-Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
Nothing shall my heart confound;

Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Immanuel's ground.

5-When I touch the blessed shore,

Back the closing waves shall roll;
Death's dark stream shall never more
Part from Thee my ravished soul.

6-Thus, Oh! thus an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky;
Having known it "Christ to live,"
Let me know it "gain to die."

1-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Oh! may Thy will be mine;
Into Thy hand of love

I would my all resign.
Thro' sorrow or thro' joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!

2-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!
If needy here and poor,
Give me Thy people's bread,
Their portion rich and sure.
The manna of thy word

Let my soul feed upon;
And if all else should fail,-

My Lord, Thy will be done!

3-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

P.M.

But Thou on earth along

The thorny path hast gone;
Then lead me after Thee,-

My Lord, Thy will be done!

4-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Though seen through many a tear,

Let not my star of hope

Grow dim or disappear;

Since Thou on earth hast wept
And sorrowed oft alone,

If I must weep with Thee,
My Lord, Thy will be done.

5-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt,

If lov'd ones must depart,
Suffer not sorrow's flood
To overwhelm my heart:
For they are blest with Thee,
Their race and conflict won,

Let me but follow them,-
My Lord, Thy will be done.

6-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt,

When death itself draws nigh,
To Thy dear wounded side
I would for refuge fly.

Leaning on Thee, to go
Where Thou before hast gone;
The rest as Thou shalt please
My Lord, Thy will be done.

7-Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me,
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust with Thee.
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,

And sing in life or death—
My Lord, Thy will be done.

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B. SCHMOLK.

1 Pet. i. 3.

1-Sing praise, the tomb is void
Where the Redeemer lay;
Sing of our bonds destroyed,
Our darkness turned to day.

2-Weep for your dead no more,
Friends, be of joyful cheer,

Our star moves on before,

Our narrow path shines clear.

P.M.