XIX. Trusting in Christ that every sin Shall freely be forgiven, Life shall be long enough to win Eternity in heaven. LVII. THE LIVING FACE. I. THERE are who love with pictures rare II. For me, I own the painter's skill; I love far more the living face. III. One well-known smile, one chosen look The pencil may with truth portray; But glances changeful as the brook That dimples, sparkles on its way, - IV. Oh, these defy the painter's art, As living sunbeams never dart V. The gifts are countless Heaven bestows As rain-drops from the clouded dome ; But earthly boon no bosom knows More sweet than one loved face at home. VI. One face that oft with gentle smile VII. A climbing rose, with blossoms bright, Can deck and cheer the solitude Around her with her own soft light? VIII. Even such, within the little bound That forms our earthly dwelling-place, The gladness that is shed around IX. Be that within, the storm without In vain shall spend its utmost ire; Or be as winter's wildest rout, That more endears the blazing fire. X. Oh, be it always mine to see, Whatever else may fail to grace My home, that dearest sight to me, A loving, cheerful, changeful face. LVIII. QUIT YOU LIKE MEN. 1 COR. xvi. 13. I. WOULD'ST thou from hands beloved, adored, Receive the victor's wreath ?— Then, for the combat draw the sword!- II. Beneath the banners of the Cross, 66 High in the Heavens unfurled, And counting every prize as loss" That lures a rebel world, III. Fight, as the strong man armed would fight, Till thou hast won the chaplet bright: |