3 We bring to God, in thy dear name, The tribute of our grateful praise. For many a deed, unknown to fame, Where woman her true homage pays. 4 The wife, the mother, sister, friend,-- All holy may her influence be! The sweetness of her kindness blend With Temperance, Truth, and Charity. 5 Oh not a work is wrought in vain Where love like Mary's fills the heart; Memorials of that love remain, A sacred influence to impart. 997. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. "She hath done what she could." Mark 14:8. 1 Bless, O bless, Almighty Father, Woman's mission with our race,-- Her fond strivings here to gather Fruits of thy redeeming grace. 2 Though her way be not where honor Wins the gazing world's acclaim, Yet we bless thee that upon her Rests the power of Jesus' name. 3 In that name, O Father, strengthen Her full heart and ready hands; May her efforts serve to lengthen Christian love's encircling bands. 4 Where the mourning and the needy And the suffering faint and die, Be her presence sure and speedy, Mercy's blessings to supply. 5 Where old error's words are spoken, Be truth's witness by her given, Till, the spell of bondage broken, Earth redeemed resembles heaven. 998. C. M. Barton. "Walk in the Light." 1 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow, Who reigns in light above. 2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passed away, Because that light hath on thee shone In which is perfect day. 3 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb No fearful shade shall wear; Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there! 4 Walk in the light! and thine shall be A path, though thorny,--bright: For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light! 999. L. M. Anonymous. The Cause of Humanity Hopeful. 1 The past is dark with sin and shame, The future dim with doubt and fear; But, Father, yet we praise thy name, Whose guardian love is always near! 2 For man has striven ages long With faltering steps to come to thee, And in each purpose high and strong The influence of thy grace could see. 3 He could not breathe an earnest prayer But thou wert kinder than he dreamed, As age by age brought hopes more fair, And nearer still thy kingdom seemed. 4 But never rose within his breast, A trust so calm and deep as now; Shall not the weary find a rest? Father! Preserver! answer thou! 5 'Tis dark around, 'tis dark above, But through the shadow streams the sun; We cannot doubt thy certain love, And man's great aim shall yet be won! 1000. 8s. & 7s. M. Montgomery.