SERVANT OF GOD.

"Servant of God, well done,

Rest from thy loved employ;

The battle fought, the vict'ry won,

Enter thy Master's joy."

The voice at midnight came,

He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,

He fell—but felt no fear.

Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field,

A veteran slumbering on his arms,

Beneath his red-cross shield.

The pains of death are past,

Labor and sorrow cease;

And, life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.

Soldier of Christ, well done!

Praise be thy new employ;

And while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

James Montgomery.