ON THE CREST AND MOTTO OF THE PRINGLES OF WHYTBANK. "SURSUM," and a Winged Heart. How glorious were the days of old, When noble knights and warriors bold Bravely to conquer or to fall; And oft a higher aim inspired Their souls by warm devotion fired, Nor could they brook that Islam's race Their much-loved home and native land, But, born in more enlightened years, How vain that spot to watch with care!— But dwells in each believer's heart, And sure a lesson they afford, How Christians ought to love their Lord. In living for life's noblest end; Would count my richest gain but loss, And while each warlike crest I view, With each device sublime and true, ELIZABETH PRINGLE, YAIR. The date of this beautiful hymn is not given, but it must have been about this period. HYMN. WHEN unto Thee, O God, our voice we raise, Upon our souls thy Holy Spirit shed, That Thou may'st, while we sing thy holy praise, In spirit and in truth be worshipped. Our life, our breath, our all we owe to Thee, But chief of all we magnify thy grace That to our sinful, lost and ruined race, Through Christ our Saviour, shows the way to heaven. Almighty Father! we will sing thy praise, Thy name, O blessed Saviour, we adore, Spirit of truth, to Thee our hymn we raise, J. A. P. |