With baffled pride and raging hate,
And discontent they burn,
And all God's glorious universe,
They would to evil turn.

The mischief spread to this fair earth,
And caused the fall of man ;
The Lord resolved to ransom him,
And formed a wondrous plan,
Foretold by seers; at length fulfill'd,
He gave His only Son

To suffer in the place of man,
For all that he has done.

And never has this warfare ceased,
Though Christ appeared on earth,
And shed His life-blood for our souls;
'Twas scorned as nothing worth,
By multitudes, deluded still

With Satan's guile and power,
And myriads more obey him now,
Deceived to this hour.

The Saviour still His servants sends,
To bring them back to Him

And teach them how to fight against
Satan, the world, and sin.
Among His faithful followers,
Commanded by their Lord,
Who leads them on to victory,
Oft promised in His Word.

Meroz, who came not to His help,
Was curs'd by God of old;
Unto His help who would preserve,
And bless each human soul;
Against our cruel deadly foe,
Who only lures to slay,

By tempting us with earthly good,
If God we disobey.

Oh! may we keep within His tents, And never stray with those

Who roam along forbidden ground, Among His careless foes;

And help to send the heralds forth,
By alms, by faith, and prayer,
Who venture in the foremost ranks,
God's message to declare:

Proclaiming the rewards He gives
To those who follow Him,
And telling Satan's slaves God's wrath
T'wards those who live in sin.
May we, Christ's faithful soldiers be,
And serve Him to the end;
And then, at peace for evermore,
With all His hosts ascend.

Trinity.

Í ST. PETER V. 5.-All of you be subject one to another, and be clothed with humility; for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace unto the humble.-See Epistle for the day.

Is it not strange that sinners should be

proud,

When Christ, though innocent, so humble

was?

The Lord of all to pain and suffering bow'd, And poverty and shame endured for us.

Yet man is anxious to exalt himself;

Man that is born of earth and form'd of

clay,

Tries to grow great in power, to gather

wealth,

Though nothing can he take from earth away.

But, 'tis the humble God exalts and loves, Although unknown on earth, their names He knows;

And though with suffering He their graces proves,

How rich His blessing, Heaven will disclose.

The violet, hidden in her grassy bower,
Filling with perfume sweet the air around,
Is sought and prized, whilst many a brighter

flower,

With worthless weeds, is rooted from the

ground.

The little lark that warbles in the heavens, Builds her low nest upon the dewy earth, And sweetest pleasure has her clear song given,

To bosoms tired with revelry and mirth.

Like the sweet violet, I would pass my life In meek retirement, known but by my

friends,

Far from the scenes of vanity and strife, And pleasure, that in disappointment ends.

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