2 Thy crown of joy upon his head, Thy light upon his face, Through storms and strife Thy Christ could tread, On to the happy place. 3 And though the cross were sharp and high, The lifted Lord could see The souls he loved drawn nearer by His love's last energy. 4 Help me, O God! to seek--to win, Through struggles and through prayer, The faith which frees my soul from sin, And brings Thy blessing there. 5 So shall my cross of conquered shame My fainting brothers raise, So Thy triumphant mercy flame Around my path of praise. 6 And earth, with all its pain and toil, By love's pure presence blest, Shall wear the calm celestial smile Of heaven's eternal rest. 532. C. M. Anonymous. Through Cross to Light. 1 Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross Of every trial here Shall lift thee to thy heaven above, But shall not enter there. 2 Bear on, my soul! on God rely; Deliverance will come; A thousand ways the Father hath To bring His children home. 3 And Thou, my heavenly Friend and Guide, Hast kindly led me on; Taught me to rest my fainting head Upon Thy heart alone. 4 So comforted and so sustained, With dark events I strove, And found, when rightly understood, All, messengers of love. 533. 11 & 10s. M. * THE MIGHT OF FAITH. 1 We will not weep; for God is standing by us, And tears will blind us to the blessed sight; We will not doubt,--if darkness still doth try us, Our souls have promise of serenest light. 2 We will not faint,--if heavy burdens bind us, They press no harder than our souls can bear, The thorniest way is lying still behind us, We shall be braver for the past despair. 3 O, not in doubt shall be our journey's ending, Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last, All its best hopes in glad fulfilment blending, Life shall be with us when the Death is past. 4 Help us, oh Father!--when the world is pressing On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend, Help us, oh Father! let Thy constant blessing Strengthen our weakness,--till the joyful end. 534. 8 & 7s. M. Montgomery. Faith. 1 Call the Lord thy sure salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismayed! 2 There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare, Guile nor violence shall harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. 3 There, though winds and waves are swelling, God, thy hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall.