LOVE FOR GOD

My God, I love thee, not because

I hope for heaven thereby, Nor yet because, if I love not, I must forever die.

Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace:

For me didst bear the nails, and spear,
And manifold disgrace.

Then why, O blessèd Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;

Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast lovèd me,
O ever-loving Lord!

So would I love thee, dearest Lord,
And in thy praise will sing;
Solely because thou art my God,
my eternal King.

And

THE Rev. George Washington Doane (Trenton, N. J., May 27, 1799. Burlington, N. J., April 27, 1859), Protestant Episcopal bishop of New Jersey, was a prolific writer and the author of a number of hymns. His works of prose and poetry, in four volumes, were published in 1860. This missionary bymn was written at Riverside in 1848.

FLING OUT THE BANNER

FLING out the banner! Let it float

Skyward and seaward, high and wide; The sun, that lights its shining folds, The cross on which the Savior died.

Fling out the banner! Angels bend
In anxious silence o'er the sign,
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.

Fling out the banner! Heathen lands
Shall see from far the giorious sight,
And nations crowding to be born
Baptize their spirits in its light.

Fling out the banner! Sin sick souls, That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith its radiant hem, And spring immortal into life.

Fling out the banner! Let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide;

Our glory, only in the cross;

Our only hope, the Crucified!

Fling out the banner! Wide and high Seaward and skyward let it shine; Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours; We conquer only in that sign.

GEORGE WASHINGTON

DOANE

WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW, bishop

of Bedford, was born at Shrewsbury, England, Dec. 13, 1823. His best work as a minister of the Church of England was done at Kidderminster and later amongst the destitute in the East End, London. Although he did not begin to publish his poetical compositions until he was well advanced in years, his hymns are already well known, a number of them being found in all the standard hymnals. In the English church his songs for children have been acceptable. But in all lands the one given here is by far the most popular of all his compositions. It is usually sung to the tune of "St. Hilda." Its theme is beautifully illustrated in Holman Hunt's celebrated painting, "The Light of the World."

ΑΤ THE DOOR

O JESUS, thou art standing

Outside the fast closed door, In lowly patience waiting

To pass the threshold o'er;
We bear the name of Christians,
His name and sign we bear;
O shame, thrice shame upon us,
To keep him standing there!

O Jesus, thou art knocking;
And lo! that hand is scarred,
And thorns thy brow encircle,
And tears thy face have marred;
O love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait;
O sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate.

O Jesus, thou art pleading

In accents meek and low
"I died for you, my children,
And will ye treat me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door;
Dear Savior, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore!

WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW