Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame, Though once they would have joyed my carnal sense: I shudder not to bear a hated name, Wanting all wealth, myself my sole defence. But give me, Lord, eyes to behold the truth; A seeing sense that knows the eternal right; A heart with pity filled, and gentlest ruth; A manly faith that makes all darkness light: Give me the power to labor for mankind; Make me the mouth of such as cannot speak; Eyes let me be to groping men, and blind; A conscience to the base; and to the weak Let me be hands and feet; and to the foolish, mind; And lead still further on such as thy kingdom seek. THEODORE PARKER. * * * * * ASCRIPTION. O thou who hast beneath Thy hand The dark foundations of the land,-- The motion of whose ordered thought An instant universe hath wrought,-- Who hast within Thine equal heed The rolling sun, the ripening seed, The azure of the speedwell's eye. The vast solemnities of sky,-- Who hear'st no less the feeble note Of one small bird's awakening throat, Than that unnamed, tremendous chord Arcturus sounds before his Lord,-- More sweet to Thee than all acclaim Of storm and ocean, stars and flame, In favor more before Thy face Than pageantry of time and space. The worship and the service be Of him Thou madest most like Thee,-- Who in his nostrils hath Thy breath, Whose spirit is the lord of death! CHARLES G.D. ROBERTS. * * * * * O MASTER, LET ME WALK WITH THEE. O Master, let me walk with thee In lowly paths of service free; Tell me thy secret; help me bear The strain of toil, the fret of care; Help me the slow of heart to move By some clear winning word of love; Teach me the wayward feet to stay, And guide them in the homeward way. O Master, let me walk with thee Before the taunting Pharisee; Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide thy light, The sore distrust of souls sincere Who cannot read thy judgments clear, The dulness of the multitude Who dimly guess that thou art good. Teach me thy patience; still with thee In closer, dearer company, In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, In trust that triumphs over wrong, In hope that sends a shining ray Far down the future's broadening way, In peace that only thou canst give, With thee, O Master, let me live! WASHINGTON GLADDEN. III. FAITH: HOPE: LOVE: SERVICE. * * * * * FAITH.