There is a banner floating wide,— All unite to defend the right! The blood of martyrs its folds has dyed, When the best and bravest fought side by side,— Who would not flinch in the glorious fight! There is a Leader exalted high,— All unite to defend the right! Through Him His followers hosts defy, Through Him they learn to do and to die, And scorn to flinch in the glorious fight! There is a palm—a victor’s palm,— All unite to defend the right! ’Twill be given in realms of peace and calm To the steadfast spirit, the stalwart arm, That never flinched in the glorious fight. Then shall lips touched with living flame In song unite, in the world of light;— In our Leader’s strength, in our Leader’s name, We fought—we struggled—we overcame, And victors stood in the glorious fight! XIII. HYMN FOR NIGHT. After labour sweet is rest, Gently the wearied eyelids close; As an infant sleeps on his mother’s breast, The child of God may in peace repose. Whether we sleep, or whether we wake, We are His who gave His life for our sake. He to whom darkness is as light, Tenderly guards his slumbering sheep; The Shepherd watches His flock by night, The feeble lambs He will safely keep. Whether we sleep, or whether we wake, We are His who gave His life for our sake. Death’s night comes,—it may now be near,— Lord! if our faith be fixed on Thee, Oh! how calm will that rest appear, Oh! how sweet will the waking be! Whether we sleep, or whether we wake, We are His who gave His life for our sake. XIV. SONG OF JOY. The balmy Spring awakes the flowers That long had slept in Winter’s night, Her light green robe adorns the bowers, And all is beauty, all delight. With joy I view earth’s smiling frame, And bless, O Lord, and bless Thy name! Thou hast vouchsafed me buoyant health, A cheerful, light, and bounding heart; Contentment—better far than wealth, And Hope—that rests when joys depart. What gratitude such gifts should claim,— For these, O Lord, I bless thy name! Surrounded from my earliest days By those who loved—who love me still, My grateful heart I humbly raise To Him, by whose Almighty will To me earth’s sweetest blessings came; I praise and magnify His name! But more than all I thank Thee, Lord, For sins through Thy dear blood forgiven, The comforts of Thy precious Word, And hopes of endless bliss in Heaven; Bought by Thy suffering and Thy shame,— For these, O Lord, I bless Thy name! Lord! should it be Thy sovereign will To blast my earthly happiness, Yet give me grace to praise Thee still, With trembling lips Thy wisdom bless; Crushed or exalted—still the same, To bless, with fervour bless Thy name!