Brothers, make haste, The precious time ye waste; Each moment that ye stay Adds danger to delay; Begin at once the fight, Strong in the Lord your might; Arise, before The voice which calls is hushed, to call no more. Come, join the array, There's glory in this fray : Already in the war Jesus is conqueror; Before the Prince of light, See! darkness takes its flight: To him be power, And glory, and dominion, evermore. THE CHRISTIAN SABBATH. "This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it.” Who that has watched the billows roll, Or eyed the wonders of the pole, Or seen the lightning rend the sky, On what is just and true and good, May we discern the better way; For then did he, who died for men, THE HOUSE OF GOD. "A tabernacle for a shadow.” The mercy of the Lord as far exceeds All human mercies, as bright flowers do weeds, Enlivening ever with a constant bloom This desert world, these skies o'ercast with gloom. Thy temples, Lord, are like a hallowed bower, What joy is theirs, to pause, though but a while, |