991. L. M. Anonymous.

The River of Life.

1There 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.

2In living streams behold that tide

Through Christ the rock profusely burst;

And in his word, behold supplied

The fount for which our spirits thirst.

3The pilgrim faint, who seems to sink

Beneath the sultry sky of time,

May here repose, and freely drink

The waters of that better clime.

4And 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.

The Soldier of the Cross.

1Soldier, to the contest pressing,

Onward, let thy watchword be;

God upon thee pours his blessing;

What though man derideth thee!

2Onward, though the fagot's burning

By thy pathway's only light;

Onward, death and danger spurning;

Onward in the path of right!

3God, for all thy wants providing,

Armor trusty hath for thee;

Gird thyself, in him confiding,

With the goodly panoply:

4Righteousness thy breast defending,

And thy feet with justice shod:

Onward; with the foe contending,

Wield thy sword, the word of God.

5Thine the helmet of salvation,

Faith thy mighty shield shall be;

And let prayer and supplication,

Lance and glorious falchion be;

6Onward then, with bold contending,

In the path the martyrs trod:

God to thee his strength is lending;

Onward, in the strength of God.