Let not the sweet, enticing calls of sin, Let nothing draw thine ear from God's still voice within! He sees thee all; the flashing of an eye; The changing cheek; the bosom swelling high; Yea the first impulse of the peaceful blood, Ere, with fell passion's surge, it rushes to its flood. He sees the little pictures spread within Thy mind's deep chambers, where no eye can win : As if no other thing on earth's smooth face, known. Look not on wrong, nor let the Tempter dare To find a back-way up into thy heart, If thou hast ever taken gifts of Hell And then repented, and hast thrown them out, And swept all clean (while bloody tear-drops fell) And scattered holy balms, the place about; The spirit,-like the wind that wears no form In wooing summer-breath, or ruthless storm,— Breaks up the dark heart's strongly-frozen deep, Or lays the whirl of earthly lusts to sleep. He, only, is thy strength and warmth and light: Trust well thy faith in Him, where faith is sight. ROBERT LOWELL. THE CHRISTIAN BANNER. HE CHRISTIAN BANNER! Dread no loss Where that broad ensign floats unrolled, But let the fair and sacred Cross Blaze out from every radiant fold :- Sound the shrill trumpet, sound, and call When flowers are,-IN HEART but one. Soldiers of Heaven! take sword and shield, Where noble martyrs bleed and die ;- As deep waves burst on Norway's coast, And let the startled nations hear The war-shout of the Christian host. Lift up the Banner :—rest no more, Till man's last tribe shall bow before THE LORD OF LORDS-THE PRINCE OF PEACE: Go! bear it forth, ye strong and brave; Let not those bright folds once be furled, Till that high sun shall see them wave Above a blest but conquered world. JAMES GILBORNE Lyons. I LOVE THY KINGDOM, LORD. LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved I love Thy church, O God! For her my tears shall fall, To her my cares and toils be given, Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, |