While the conflict presses round;
God's own banner in their hand,
In his service faithful found.

3 What our foes? Each thought impure
Passions fierce, that tear the soul;
Every ill that we can cure;
Every crime we can control;

4 Every suffering which our hand
Can with soothing care assuage;
Every evil of our land;
Every error of our age.

5 On, then, to the glorious field!
He who dies his life shall save;
God himself shall be our shield,
He shall bless and crown the brave.

320. 8 & 7s. M. Miss Bremer.

Suffering and Action.

1 Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous!
Body fall, but soul have peace!
Welcome, pain! thou searcher rigorous!
Slay me, but my faith increase.

2 Sin, o'er sense so softly stealing;
Doubt, that would my strength impair;
Hence at once from life and feeling!--
Now my cross I gladly bear.

3 Up, my soul! with clear sedateness
Read heaven's law, writ bright and broad,
Up! a sacrifice to greatness,
Truth, and goodness,--up to God!

4 Up to labor! from thee shaking
Off the bonds of sloth, be brave!
Give thyself to prayer and waking;
Toil some fainting heart to save!

321. L. M. Roscoe.

The Pilgrim.

1 Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth,
Go, conscious of thy heavenly birth,
And, 'midst the storms that round thee rise,
Retrace thy journey to the skies.

2 What though the wild winds rage around?
Thou wilt not tremble at the sound;
What though the waters o'er thee roll?
They touch not thine immortal soul.

3 See where, arrayed on either hand,
The direful train of passions stand;
See hatred, envy, bar thy way,
And foes more subtle still than they.

4 But, robed in innocence and truth,
From all temptation guard thy youth;
And from thy vestment's sacred bound
Shake the dread fiends that cling around.

5 Go with pure heart and steadfast eyes,
Strive on till that bright morn shall rise
That gives thee to thy blest abode,
To rest forever with thy God.

322. L. M. Norton.

Fellowship of His Sufferings.

1 Faint not, poor traveller,