HYMN FOR THE FESTIVAL OF ST. THOMAS THE APOSTLE.

(From the Epistle for the Day.)

TRANGERS no more we wildly

rove

Without a blessing from above,
On passions stormy sea;

But with the followers of the Lamb

We live to praise His holy name,

To all eternity.

Upon a sure foundation laid,

Jesus, Himself the corner's head,

The building grows on high;

No storms can shake, no billows sweep
Its firm foundations to the deep,

'Tis guarded by the sky.

O may we each through faith prepare

In that resplendent pile to share,

Each be a living stone;

That God may there forever dwell,
And bliss and light ineffable

Eternal ages crown!

J. W. EASTBurn.

THE KINGDOM OF OUR GOD.

OME, Kingdom of our God;
Sweet reign of light and love,

Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,

And wisdom from above.

Over our spirits first

Extend thy healing reign;

There raise and quench the sacred thirst

That never pains again.

Come, Kingdom of our God!

And make the broad earth thine, Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod That flowers with grace divine.

Soon may all tribes be blest
With fruit from life's glad tree;

And in its shade like brothers rest

Sons of one family.

Come, Kingdom of our God!
And raise thy glorious throne
In worlds by the undying trod,
Where God shall bless His own.

THE SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS.

HOU, Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand

Hast brought us here before Thy
face;

Our spirits wait for Thy command,
Our silent hearts implore Thy peace!

Those spirits lay their noblest powers,
As offerings, on Thy holy shrine ;
Thine was the strength that nourished ours;
The soldiers of the cross are Thine.

While watching on our arms, at night,
We saw Thine angels round us move ;
We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,
And followed trusting to Thy love.

And now with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to Thee, great God!