How blessed the man, how fully so, As far as man is blessed below, Who, taking up his _cross_, essays To follow Jesus all his days. _Parnell._ Through _cross_ to crown! And, through the spirit’s life, Trials untold assail with giant strength. Good cheer! good cheer! Soon ends the bitter strife, And thou shalt reign, in peace, with Christ, at length. _Rosegarten._ Or if, at times, wild storms shall hover, dark, Still fix thy gaze upon that hallowed mark Which gilds the tempest with hope’s bow divine-- Cling to the _Cross_, and conquer in that sign. _B. D. Winslow._ Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was love! Holy, with power, He on the thought-benighted sceptic beamed Manifest Godhead. _Coleridge._ Thou palsied earth, with noon-day night o’erspread; Thou sickening sun, so dark, so deep, so red! Ye hovering ghosts, that throng the starless air, Why shakes the earth? Why fades the light? Declare! Are those His limbs, with ruthless scourges torn? His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn? His the pale form, the meek, forgiving eye, Raised from the _cross_ in patient agony? _Bishop Heber._ DANGER. Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not kill; and whosoever shall kill shall be in _danger_ of the judgment: But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in _danger_ of the judgment: and whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in _danger_ of the council: but whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in _danger_ of hell fire.--Matthew, v. 21, 22. What is _danger_ More than the weakness of our apprehension? A poor cold part o’ the blood; whom takes it hold of? Cowards and wicked livers; valiant minds Were made the masters of it. _Beaumont and Fletcher._ _Dangers_ of every shape and name Attend the followers of the Lamb, Who leave the World’s deceitful shore, And leave it to return no more. _Cowper._ _Dangers_ stand thick through all the ground To push us to the tomb, And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home. Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense To walk this _dangerous_ road, And if our souls be hurried hence, May they be found with God. _Watts._ When _dangers_ compass me around, And unto Thee I cry, An ark of safety will be found, Whereto my soul may fly.