RESS on! press on! ye sons of light, Press on! press on! through toil and woe,

PRESS

Untiring in your holy fight,

Still treading each temptation down,
And battling for a brighter crown.

3.

Calmly resolved to triumph go,

And make each dark and threatening ill

Yield but a higher glory still.

Press on! press on! still look in faith
To him who vanquished sin and death;
And, till you hear his high "Well done,"
True to the last, press on! press on!

WILLIAM GASKELL, 1805-1884.

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RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace,

Rise from transitory things

Towards heaven, thy native place!

Sun and moon and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove:

Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above!

2.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;

Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;

Both speed them to their source:

So my soul, derived from God,

Pants to view his glorious face, Forward tends to his abode

To rest in his embrace.

ROBERT SEAGRAVE, 1693