WATCHMAN! WHAT OF THE NIGHT? (continued)

And Faith, replumed for nobler flight,
And Hope, aglow with radiance bright,
And Love, in loveliness bedight,

SHALL GREET THE MORNING LIGHT!"

FOR THE MEN AT THE FRONT

Lord God of Hosts, whose mighty hand
Dominion holds on sea and land,

In Peace and War Thy Will we see
Shaping the larger liberty.

Nations may rise and nations fall,

Thy Changeless Purpose rules them all.

When Death flies swift on wave or field,
Be Thou a sure defence and shield!
Console and succour those who fall,
And help and hearten each and all!

O, hear a people's prayers for those
Who fearless face their country's foes!

For those who weak and broken lie,
In weariness and agony-

Great Healer, to their beds of pain

Come, touch, and make them whole again!
O, hear a people's prayers, and bless
Thy servants in their hour of stress!

[Five million copies of this hymn have been sold and the profits given to the various Funds for the Wounded. It is now being sung all round the world.]

FOR THE MEN AT THE FRONT (continued)

For those to whom the call shall come
We pray Thy tender welcome home.
The toil, the bitterness, all past,
We trust them to Thy Love at last.

O, hear a people's prayers for all
Who, nobly striving, nobly fall!

To every stricken heart and home,
O, come! In tenderest pity, come!
To anxious souls who wait in fear,
Be Thou most wonderfully near!

And hear a people's prayers, for faith
To quicken life and conquer death!

For those who minister and heal,

And spend themselves, their skill, their zeal—
Renew their hearts with Christ-like faith,
And guard them from disease and death.

And in Thine own good time, Lord, send
Thy Peace on earth till Time shall end!

IN TIME OF NEED

Better than I,

Thou knowest, Lord,

All my necessity,

And with a word

Thou canst it all supply.

Help other is there none

Save Thee alone;

Without Thee I'm undone.

And so, to Thee I cry,—

O, be Thou nigh!

For, better far than I,

Thou knowest, Lord,

All my necessity.

CHRISTS ALL!

Our Boys Who Have Gone to the Front

("Be christs!"-was one of W. T. Stead's favourite sayings. Not "Be like Christ!"-but -"Be christs!" And he used the word no doubt in its original meaning,-anointed, ordained, chosen. As such we, whose boys have gone to the Front, think of them. For they have gone, most of them, from a simple, high sense of duty, and in many cases under direst feeling of personal repulsion against the whole ghastly business. They have sacrificed everything, knowing full well that many of them will never return to us.)

Ye are all christs in this your self-surrender,True sons of God in seeking not your own. Yours now the hardships,-yours shall be the splendour

Of the Great Triumph and THE KING'S "Well done!"