"But unto yon that fear My name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in His wings" (Mal. 4:2).

Bitter the foeman's onslaught, long the night,
And we, nor strength, nor skill, possess for fight:
His Name alone our trust, we longing raise
Unto the hills for help our wistful gaze;
And lo! afar the roseate hues of morn
The peaks in dazzling radiancy adorn.
Bursting from our enraptured hearts, the joyous paean
rings-
He comes! the Sun of Righteousness, with healing in
His wings!

Long, long hath seemed the conflict; every hour
More fierce-as we more frail-the opposing power.
Yet His almighty strength, in weakness shown,
Invulnerable buckler, shields His own.
The praise be His ! the glory and the might
For ever His alone who leads the fight!
Oh! from His blessed presence known, what balm and
comfort springs-
Himself the Sun of Righteousness, with healing in His
wings.

What though some cease, and sleep ! the ranks we fill ;
He calls them to His rest, we praise Him still.
He keeps-Himself in mighty grace displayed-
Our hearts in perfect peace and undismayed.
Confiding in His love, we gladly own
The power, the strength, the conflict, His alone.
And thus,-unfathomed grace! each heart, in conscious
weakness clings
To Him, the Sun of Righteousness, with healing in His
wings.

What question then the issue! His the might,
His power alone, that puts the foe to flight.
The wicked overthrown, the burning flame
Consuming, swallows those that hate His name.
Nor root nor branch of all the evil found,
But purged by fire and trodden to the ground !
Ourselves, in perfect peace with Him, lo, He triumphant
brings-
The glorious Sun of Righteousness, with healing in His
wings!

A. D. S.