"Yet leave him alone to perish, And the grace of your God implore, With all the strength of your spirit, For one who needs it more. Far away, in the gleaming city, Amid perfume, and song, and light, A soul that Jesus has ransomed Is in peril of sin to-night. "The temper is close beside him, And his danger is all forgot. And the far-off voices of childhood Call aloud, but he hears them not; He sayeth no prayer, and his motherHe thinks not of her to-day, And he will not look up to Heaven, And his angel is turning away. "Then pray for a soul in peril- And the angels of God will thank you, And bend from their thrones of light, To tell you that Heaven rejoices, At the deed you have done to-night." OUR TITLES. Are we not Nobles-we who trace Our pedigree so high, That God, for us and for our race, Created Earth and Sky, And Light, and Air, and Time, and Space, To save us and then die? Are we not Princes-we who stand As heirs beside the Throne; We who can call the promised land Our Heritage, our own; And answer to no less command, Than God's, and His alone? Are we not Kings? both night and day, From early until late, About our bed, about our way, A guard of Angels wait; And so we watch, and work, and pray, In more than royal state. Are we not holy? Do not start; It is God's sacred will, To call us temples set apart, His Holy Ghost may fill Our very food-O hush! my heart, Adore it and be still! Are we not more? our life shali be Immortal and divine, The nature Mary gave to Thee, Dear Jesus, still is thine; Adoring in thy heart I see Such blood as beats in mine. O God, that we can dare to fail, |