When robbers climbed in Jesus' fold, 4 Thy strength, O Lord! in that dark night 5 The monarch's sword, the prelate's pride, 6 Half-battles were the words he said, 7 The glittering sword of gospel light Smote through the mass with lightning power; The sun of truth, with heavenly might, Consumed the stubble in an hour. 8 With lifted song and bended knee, 173 P. M. Feast of the Reformation. W. J. Fox. 1 PRAISE to the heroes who struck for the Right When Freedom and truth were defended in fight: Of blood-shedding hirelings the deeds are abhorred, But the patriot smites with the sword of the Lord. 2 Praise to the martyrs' who died for the Right, 3 Praise to the sages, the teachers of Right, Whose voice in the darkness said, “Let there be light!" The sophist may gain the renown of an hour, 4 Heroes, martyrs, and sages, true prophets of Right! They foresaw, and they made man's futurity bright. Their fame would ascend, though the world sunk in flames; Be their spirit on all who sing praise to their names! 174 C. M. ROBERT NICOLL. Feast of the Reformation. 1 AN offering to the shrine of power A garland on the car of pomp But we have hearts to honor those 2 Praise to the good, the pure, the great, Who lit the flame which yet shall glow Glory to them in coming time, And through eternity, Who burst the captive's galling chain, And bade the world go free! Charitable, Anniversary, Mlissionary and other Meetings, 175 7s. M. J. NEWTON. New Year. 1 WHILE with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find, As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind, 176 Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Teach us, henceforth, how to live Bless thy word to young and old, Old or New Year. 1 GOD of the changing year, whose arm of power In safety leads through danger's darkest hour, Here in thy temple bow thine creatures down, 2 Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, 3 If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, |