There's no man great like him, who dares to die; Die for the truth, reveal'd from God's own throne. Weak is the soul of man, when left alone, Unaided by the Spirit from on high; But when the God of grace and pow'r is nigh, Weakness is strength and at the stake, alone, Taunted by madden'd foes, yet not a groan, When kindling flames wrap him in agony, Breaks from the lips of martyr, as he died. John Huss, and Jerome, and a noble host A vict'ry gain'd.――Not in the hero's pride, But in such men,――of God sustain'd,――we boast. Ye Bigots! When the martyrs take their crown, Shall ye not meet with God's terrific frown? 78. TO REV. DR. SPRING, NEW YORK. Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord! For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field, And never didst thou to the foe yet yield; Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word; Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord. Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd; Some to thy Master's glory are reveal'd, E'en now th' achievements of his flaming sword. Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death; Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die, And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath, And all shall meet before the throne on high, While justice drives the lost ones down to hell, Thine endless song will just begin to swell! 79. PERSEVERANCE IN CHRIST'S SERVICE. My friends, be firm and faithful to the last, That ye in Christian peace and hope may die, Redeem'd by Him who died in agony. Then as ye hear the trumpet's awful blast, Ye will not with the wicked be downcast Into unfathom'd depths of misery, There in despair, beyond all hope to lie, While ages never counted shall be past; But ye shall see your great Redeemer blest, Array'd in form most gladd'ning to your sight, And he shall say, in majesty most bright, "Come, my disciples, enter into rest!" Then shall the Savior, whom ye serve and love, Transport you to his throne, near God's, above! 80. GLORYING IN THE CROSS. Let it not be, that e'er my soul in aught Should glory touching on delight or pride, Save in the wondrous cross of HIM, who died A sacrifice of worth beyond all thought, With inf'nite blessings to the guilty fraught. Give me faith's vision――let who will deride―― O blessed JESUS! of thy pierced side: I boast of thee and what thy love has wrought. Beauty, and wealth, fame, dignity, and might, A victor army dress'd in splendid show, A throne and rev'rent crowds around that bow,―― Say, what is all that dazzles human sight, Compar'd with glories, which in thee, God's Son, My eyes shall see while endless years roll on? 81. MAN WITHOUT REVELATION.