I would not take another’s goods,—the loser might repine, His loss might heavy seem to him, but small compared to _mine_; For oh! more precious far than all the wealth to nobles given, An honest name, a quiet conscience, and the hope of Heaven! I would not take what is not mine, but treasure seek above, Gained without money, without price, from our Redeemer’s love; Time cannot change it, moth corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal, And all eternity will but its boundless worth reveal! XXIV. RAGGED GIRL’S HYMN. The Sabbath sun has risen high, And sweetly sounds the Sabbath bell, My basket now untouched must lie, This day I neither buy nor sell. The Sabbath rest I will not break, But God’s commands my study make, And trust the word Of my dear Lord, “I will not leave thee, nor forsake.” But I am poor, with none to aid, And Satan sore is tempting me, “If thou give up the Sabbath trade, The Sabbath meal is not for thee.” My God, oh, let me never break The least command that Thou didst make, But trust the word Of my dear Lord, “I will not leave thee, nor forsake.” When Christ was faint with hunger’s pain, The Tempter urged God’s blessed Son In way unmeet relief to gain; But steadfast stood the Holy One, His perfect faith no doubt could shake, The least command He would not break, He knew the love Of God above, Would never leave Him, nor forsake. Now, high in heaven, He hears and grants The prayers of those in faith who pray; My earthly cares, my earthly wants, O Saviour, at Thy feet I lay: Supply Thy servant’s need, and make Her soul of heavenly food partake, For still, O Lord, I trust Thy word, “I’ll never leave thee, nor forsake.” XXV. POLICEMAN’S HYMN. In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me, The sound of my tread breaks the stillness alone, I think of the far-distant mansions of glory, Where angels keep watch round the Holy One’s throne. Then, when clock after clock tells the hours that are fleeting, I think how each brings the day near and more near, When around the dread judgment-seat multitudes meeting, The last solemn verdict of justice shall hear. On the right hand will stand Christ’s redeemed ones, possessing Robes washed in His blood, with His righteousness crowned; On the left the lost souls that rejected the blessing; O God, in which number shall _I_ then be found? Am I resting my hopes on His infinite merit, Who suffered our pardon and peace to procure; Am I seeking the aid of His life-giving Spirit To make my heart penitent, humble, and pure?