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S. The Spring's bright tints no more are seen, And Summer's ample robe of green Is russet-gold and brown; When flowers fall to every breeze And, shed reluctant from the trees, The leaves drop down. A sadness steals about the heart, --And is it thus from youth we part, And life's redundant prime? Must friends like flowers fade away, And life like Nature know decay, And bow to time? And yet such sadness meets rebuke, From every copse in every nook Where Autumn's colours glow; How bright the sky! How full the sheaves! What mellow glories gild the leaves Before they go. Then let us sing the jocund praise, In this bright air, of these bright days, When years our friendships crown; The love that's loveliest when 'tis old-- When tender tints have turned to gold And leaves drop down. HYMNS. CONFIRMATION. Long, long ago, with vows too much forgotten, The Cross of Christ was seal'd on every brow, Ah! slow of heart, that shun the Christian conflict; Rise up at last! The accepted time is now. Soldiers of Jesus! Blest who endure; Stand in the battle; the victory is sure. Hark! hark! the Saviour's voice to each is calling-- "I bore the Cross of Death in pain for thee; On thee the Cross of daily life is falling: Children! take up the Cross and follow Me." Soldiers of Jesus! &c. Strive as God's saints have striven in all ages; Press those slow steps where firmer feet have trod: For us their lives adorn the sacred pages, For them a crown of glory is with God. Soldiers of Jesus! &c. Peace! peace! sweet voices bring an ancient story, (Such songs angelic melodies employ,) "Hard is the strife, but unconceived the glory: Short is the pain, eternal is the joy." Soldiers of Jesus! &c. On! Christian souls, all base temptations spurning, Drown coward thoughts in Faith's triumphant hymn; Since Jesus suffer'd, our salvation earning, Shall we not toil that we may rest with Him? Soldiers of Jesus! &c. Amen. WHITSUNTIDE. Come down! come down! O Holy Ghost! As once of old Thou didst come down In fiery tongues at Pentecost, The Apostolic heads to crown. Come
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