Ye have need of patience. Heb. x. 36.
High thoughts, at first, and visions high
Are ours, of easy victory.

The word we bear seems so divine,
So framed for Adam's guilty line,

That none, unto ourselves we say,
Of all his sinning, suffering race,
Will hear that word so full of grace,
And coldly turn away.

But soon a sadder mood comes round:
High hopes have fallen to the ground,
And the ambassadors of peace

Go weeping that men will not cease

To strive with Heav'n-they weep and mourn That suffering men will not be blest,

That weary men refuse to rest,

And wanderers to return.

Oh! let us not such thoughts allow-
The heat, the dust upon our brow,
Signs of the contest, we may wear,
Yet thus we shall appear more fair
To our Almighty Maker's eye,
Than if, in fear to lose the bloom
Or ruffle the soul's lightest plume,
We from the strife should fly.

(Rev. R. C. Trench.)

In due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Gal.

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INCORPORATED,

HON. EAST INDIA COMPANY

1600.

Her merchandise and her hire shall be holiness to the Is. xxiii. 18.

Lord.

O England whom the Truth has freed,
Send forth the Truth with grateful speed;
Lock not the Faith within Thy shore,
A miser of Thy heavenly store.

Grac'd with a Mission high and great,
This Commerce haste to consecrate;
The Faith is thine, and thine the sea;
For Faith what broader path could be?
O where is Faith? hath she no fleet
To bear her heavenly treasures sweet?
Here, England, must they lie at home,
Like refuse left by them that roam ?
The Red Cross on thy streamers flying,
Dear emblem of the Saviour dying,
Should mark thy fleets as Christ's indeed,
Blest with the noblest freight-thy Creed.
Give alms, give prayers, give holy men,
Thy greatness will be hallow'd then ;
Meek Bishops, saintly Pastors send,

That earth's great Merchant be its Friend.

(Tracts for Christian Seasons.)

Surely the isles shall wait for Me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them, unto the Name of the Lord thy God. Is. lx. 9.

The kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field. St. Matt. xiii. 44.

Who is there that sees such and so great advantages, and excellence of all virtues in the work of gaining souls, but would rightly esteem it to be the treasure hid in the field, of which the Gospel tells? For a most real Gospel treasure is an ardent love towards others, containing great riches, and large store of good, heaped up and accumulated. And if they, who engage in commerce, in order to get rich, traversing wide seas and various regions of the world, amongst men of an unknown language, with great labour, and yet exposed to many losses, crave after their beloved wealth for a long time, with persevering eagerness, and much contention, although oftentimes a shipwreck will befal them, in one hour losing the scrapings, perhaps, of many years: why should we grow slack, who seek a heavenly treasure hid in the field of souls, and dig into the mines of souls, in which are collected not chrysolites, not pearls, but gems of much rare value, the use of which is not on earth alone, but principally in heaven? A hidden treasure, indeed, it is, for few know it, and it is permitted to but few. And where is it hidden? In the field truly : in that, I mean, remote from the delights and advantages of this world, from ambition, from secular business in the field, which is wont to be tilled, ploughed, and sown with much labour.-(Thomas a Jesu.)

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For joy thereof (a man) goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field. St. Matt. xiii. 44.

FOUNDATION-STONE LAID OF BISHOP'S MISSION COLLEGE, CALCUTTA, 1820.

Lord, thou wilt ordain peace for us: for Thou also hast wrought all our works in us. Is. xxvi. 12.

O Lord! look down and hear!

Not unto man,

Nor to a fleshly arm,

Nor to the crafts of a vain wisdom's charm,
But to Thy Spirit do we trust our plan:
O Lord, be near.

Lord! at whose voice do cease

Envies and strife

Lo! as we kneel in love,

With brothers' hearts knit to Thy throne above, And brothers' thoughts owning Thy life our life, Grant us Thy peace.

Lord! we are sinful men,

Yet leave us not.

Far is the night-watch spent,

And toil-worn on the shore, bow'd o'er her rent And tangled nets, Thy Church doth weep her lot; Leave us not, then.

Spare us for Thy dear Son;

Spare us, good Lord!

And when our gold we lay

Before Thee, cast us not ourselves away,

But listen still in love to Thine own word

The Lor

Thy will be done!

(Verses for 1851.)

d accept thee.

2 Sam. xxiv. 23.

I know thy works, and thy labour, and thy patience. Rev. ii. 2.

Go labour on! spend and be spent,-
Thy joy to do thy Father's will;
It is the way the Master went,

Should not the servant tread it still?
Go labour on! 'tis not for nought;

All earthly loss is heavenly gain!
Men heed thee not, men praise thee not;
The Master praises! what are men?
Go labour on! enough, enough,

If Jesus praise thee, if He deign
To notice ev'n thy willing mind,

No toil for Him shall be in vain.

Go labour on! thy hands are weak,

2 Cor. xii. 15.

Ps. xl. 8.
Acts x. 38.
John xii. 26.

1 Cor. xv. 58.
Luke xviii. 29.

1 John iii. 13. 1 Cor. iv. 3.

Matt. x. 32.

1 Cor. iv. 5.

2 Cor. viii. 12. Matt. x. 42.

Job iv. 3.

Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down: Is. xxxv. 4.

Yet falter not, the prize is near,

The throne, the kingdom, and the crown!

See thousands dying at your side,

Your brethren, kindred, friends at home; See millions perishing afar,

Gal. vi. 9.

Rev. iii. 21.

Ps. xlix. 10.
Rom. xi. 14.
Prov. xxix. 18.
Jude 23.

Heb. x. 37.

Rev. xiv. 13.

Haste, brethren, to the rescue come! Toil on, toil on; thou soon shalt find For labour rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, "Behold I come." Rev. xxii. 12. Your labour is not in vain in the Lord. 1 Cor.

Matt. xxv. 6.

xv. 58.