But  we  must  toil  and  toil  again
With  ceaseless  woe  and  endless  pain  ;
How  then  can  we,  in  exile  drear,
Lift  the  glad  song  of  glory  here  !

Oh  Thou,  who  wilt  forgiving  be
To  all  who  truly  turn  to  Thee,
Grant  us  to  mourn  the  heavy  cause
Of  all  our  woe.  Thy  broken  laws :

Then  to  such  salutary  grief
Let  Faith  and  Hope  bring  due  relief;
And  we,  too,  soon  shall  be  possest
Of  ceaseless  songs  and  endless  rest

John  Chandler,  1837.
CXXIX.
Praise  to  the  radiant  Source  of  bliss,
Who  gives  the  blind  their  sight.
And  scatters  round  their  wond'ring  eyes
A  flood  of  sacred  light.
In  paths  unknown  He  leads  them  on

To  His  Divine  abode,
And  shows  new  miracles  of  grace

Through  all  the  heavenly  road.
144  "^^^  Book  of  Praise.
The  ways  all  rugged  and  perplex'd
He  renders  smooth  and  straight,

And  strengthens  every  feeble  knee
To  march  to  Zion's  gate.
Through  all  the  path  I'll  sing  His  Name,

Till  I  the  Mount  ascend,
Where  toils  and  storms  are  known  no  more,

An4  anthems  never  end  !

Philip  Doddridge.  1 75  5.
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X.
THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS.
77ie  Communion  of  Saints  "  {Apostles^  Creed).
cxxx.
When  Christ  the  Lord  would  come  on  earth,
His  messenger  before  Him  went.
The  greatest  born  of  mortal  birth
And  charged  with  words  of  deep  intent.
The  least  of  all  that  here  attend
Hath  honour  greater  far  than  he ;

He  was  the  Bridegroom's  joyful  friend,
His  Body  and  His  Spouse  are  we.
A  higher  race,  the  sons  of  light,
Of  water  and  the  Spirit  born  ;

He  the  last  star  of  parting  night,
And  we  the  children  of  the  morn.
