6 Here trace the moss-grown stones, Where rest their mould'ring bones, And let thy sons be led To emulate the dead, While o'er their tombs they tread With moisten'd eyes. 7 Sons of renowned sires, Dwell on your tongues. 172 L. M. J. F. CLARKE. Feast of the Reformation. 1 For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord, But now our thanks are chiefly poured 2 For when the soul lay bound below 3 When God's free grace was basely sold, 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 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 Who bade the world go free! 2 Praise to the good, the pure, the great, Who made us what we are! Who lit the flame which yet shall glow With radiance brighter far. Glory to them in coming time, And through eternity, Who burst the captive's galling chain, And bade the world go free! Charitable, Anniversary, Missionary 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, Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind, — |