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 And yet the while but little care 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, 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 Reveals the fondness of a heart, Which all our cares would fain beguile, VII. Hast thou e'er seen how in the wood 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 The gladness that is shed around IX. Be that within, the storm without That more endears the blazing fire. X. Oh, be it always mine to see, 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, 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, To save his dearest hoard!— Till thou hast won the chaplet bright: Then-throw away the sword! |