do and bear.

272. 8 & 7s. M. Anonymous.

Taking up the Cross.

1 Saviour! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Though by all things else forsaken,
Thou shall my Redeemer be.

2 Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet, how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still mine own.

3 Know, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find, in every station,
Something still to do and bear.

4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee;
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

5 Haste thee on from cross to glory,
Armed by faith and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand shall lead thee there.

273. C. M. Moore.

Faith.

1 The dove, let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;

2 But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through faith's serener air,
To urge my course to Thee:

4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings!

274. C. M. Sarah F. Adams.

The Strength of Hope.

1 The world may change from old to new,
From new to old again;
Yet hope and heaven, forever true,
Within man's heart remain.
The dreams that bless the weary soul,
The struggles of the strong,
Are steps towards some happy goal,
The story of hope's song.

2 Hope leads the child to plant the flower,
The man to sow the seed;
Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour,--
But prompts again to deed.
And ere upon the old man's dust
The grass is seen to wave,
We look through falling tears, to trust
Hope's sunshine on the grave.

3 O, no! it is no flattering lure,
No fancy