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SON of God, our Captain of salvation,
Who follow in the steps of Thee their Chief; Those whom Thy Spirit's dread vocation severs
To lead the vanguard of Thy conquering host; Whose toilsome
years are spent in brave endeavours To bear Thy saving Name from coast to coast; Those whose bright faith makes feeble hearts grow
stronger, And sends fresh warriors to the great campaign, Bids the lone convert feel estranged no longer,
And wins the sundered to be one again;
Who shed Thy light across our darkened earth, Counsel the doubting, and restrain the wilful, Soothe the sick bed, and share the children's
mirth. Thus, Lord, Thy Barnabas in memory keeping, Still be Thy Church's watchword, “Comfort
ye;' Till in our Father's house shall end our weeping,
And all our wants be satisfied in Thee.
O! from the desert homes,
The new Elias comes,
Of Christ from high,
And judgement nigh
From opening skies.
At heaven's opening door ;
And with Him stows;
The chaff He throws
To quenchless flames.
Your sky-aspiring heads ;
Your king before,
He comes to reign.
Thou harbinger of light,
And on our path
Shall burst the wrath, And deathless doom !
On which the living Church doth rest, The Church, whose walls are strong salvation,
Whose gates are praise, Thy Name be blest. Son of the living God, O call us
Once and again to follow Thee;
Thy true disciples still to be.
Make Thy voice heard o'er wind and wave : And, in Thy perfect love prevailing,
Put forth Thine hand to heal and save. And if our coward hearts deny Thee
In inmost thought, in deed, or word,
But with a look subdue us, Lord.
Thee in Thy sheep to serve and tend,
And find Thee with us to the end.
146 LO OVEST thou Me?' the risen Saviour cried.
Lovest thou Me Mine other friends above!' 'I love Thee, Lord ; ' the humbled saint replied,
• Thou knowest all, Thou knowest that I love.' Can this be he who thrice his Lord disowned? Shall he, thrice pardoned, feed his Master's
generous trust! O frailty well atoned
By years of love and toils that never sleep! Thou, Who the bruised reed didst never break,
Thou, Who the contrite heart wilt not despise, Who from the sheepfold dost Thy monarchs take
And show'st to babes lore hidden from the wise, We bless Thee, Lord, that, having marked each fall, Each trip, each stumble, when our path was
steep, Thou scorn'st us not, but gently, knowing all,
The sin, the sorrow, biddest, 'Feed My sheep.' Lord of my life, King, Master, Brother, Friend,
Forgotten oft, and oft, though seen, denied, Yet patient still, and trustful to the end,
And watching at Thy wayward servant's side, Grant, when at length Thou makest all things new,
And truant fancy may no longer rove, This heart shall cry, and Thou shalt own it true,
'Thou knowest all, Thou knowest that I love.'
SAINT JAMES AND SAINT JOHN
LORD, who shall sit beside Thee,
Enthroned on either hand,
'Mid all Thy faithful band?
Thy Father gave to Thee
In dark Gethsemane :
Can find in loss a gain,
Thy baptism of pain.
Thy likeness clear and true
To suffer or to do.
This law itself fulfilleth,
Christlike to Christ is nigh,
Shall sit with Christ on high.