HYMN FOR THE FESTIVAL OF ST. THOMAS THE APOSTLE. (From the Epistle for the Day.) TRANGERS no more we wildly rove Without a blessing from above, But with the followers of the Lamb We live to praise His holy name, To all eternity. Upon a sure foundation laid, Jesus, Himself the corner's head, The building grows on high; No storms can shake, no billows sweep 'Tis guarded by the sky. O may we each through faith prepare In that resplendent pile to share, Each be a living stone; That God may there forever dwell, Eternal ages crown! J. W. EASTBurn. THE KINGDOM OF OUR GOD. OME, Kingdom of our God; Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad, And wisdom from above. Over our spirits first Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst That never pains again. Come, Kingdom of our God! And make the broad earth thine, Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine. Soon may all tribes be blest And in its shade like brothers rest Sons of one family. Come, Kingdom of our God! THE SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS. HOU, Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand Hast brought us here before Thy Our spirits wait for Thy command, Those spirits lay their noblest powers, While watching on our arms, at night, And now with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to Thee, great God! |