Fierce and frequent are the conflicts
Of Thy warriors, O our God;
But how sweet to know that Jesus
Every step the way hath trod.
Jesus, Captain of salvation,
Thou our battle-field hast tried;
Fear we not the foes of darkness,
Thou our armor hast supplied.

Thou art with us, thou art for us,
Thou hast 'gainst the tempter stood.
Thou our feebleness canst pity,-
Yea, and help, when none else could.
Many a silent conflict wages,
Fierce and oft within the breast
Of some silent saint who seemeth
Most of all to be at rest.

From the depth of every trial,
May our hearts still rest in Thee.
[Peace amid the fiercest fighting-
Calm upon the roughest sea.]
In the heat of hardest battle,
Look to Thee for victory.
Find the weapons of our warfare,
Saviour, all supplied in Thee.

H. McD.

Plainfield.