2 Praise, that Instruction's voice Bids the young heart rejoice In this fair land; Praise, that the humblest mind Wisdom's true light may find, Ground on which all inclined Freely may stand. 3 Source of all holiness! With thy rich favor bless This house of thine; Here be true knowledge sought, Here purest wisdom taught, Wisdom with Freedom fraught, Freedom divine! 990. C. M. P. H. Sweetser. The Same. 1 Let monumental pillars rise In majesty sublime-- Their granite columns shall decay Before the touch of time. 2 But mind, enlightened and refined, Shall live beyond the sky, And heavenly sciences explore, When time itself shall die! 3 A nobler monument we raise Than costly marble pile-- A beacon light to lead the way From ignorance and guile. 4 This house, with prayer, O God, we give To truth's supreme control; To virtue and progressive thought, The riches of the soul. 991. L. M. Anonymous. The River of Life. 1 There is a pure and peaceful wave, That issues from the throne of love, Whose waters gladden as they lave The bright and heavenly courts above. 2 In living streams behold that tide Through Christ the rock profusely burst; And in his word, behold supplied The fount for which our spirits thirst. 3 The pilgrim faint, who seems to sink Beneath the sultry sky of time, May here repose, and freely drink The waters of that better clime. 4 And every soul may here partake The blessings of the fount above; And none who drink will e'er forsake The crystal stream of boundless love. 992. 8s. & 7s. M. Anonymous. The Soldier of the Cross. 1 Soldier, to the contest pressing, Onward, let thy watchword be; God upon thee pours his blessing; What though man derideth thee! 2 Onward, though the fagot's burning By thy pathway's only light; Onward, death and danger spurning; Onward in the path of right! 3 God, for all thy wants providing, Armor trusty hath for thee; Gird thyself, in him confiding, With the goodly panoply: 4 Righteousness thy breast defending, And thy feet with justice shod: Onward; with the foe contending, Wield thy sword, the word of God. 5 Thine the helmet of salvation, Faith thy mighty shield shall be; And let prayer and supplication, Lance and glorious falchion be; 6 Onward then, with bold contending, In the path the martyrs trod: God to thee his strength is lending; Onward, in the strength of God. 993. C. M. Anonymous. On Occasion of a Destructive Fire.