THE ECHOES OF THE ANGELS' SONG. Fly open, hearts like mangers, For Him no fitting inn; Then o'er your hearts His star shall rest, H. COPPÉE. THE ECHOES OF THE ANGELS' SONG. "GLORY be to God on high!" Such the wondrous story: And sends back-the "Glory!" "Peace on earth! good will to men!" Echoes back-the "Peace!" H. COPPÉE. 123 THE welcome flowers are blossoming, In garden, mead, and field: Where forest children tread; THE FLOWERS OF GOD. They dot, like stars, the sacred turf, They sport with every playful wind From the green marge of lake and stream, They come, with genial airs and skies, And to the stricken world give back And go full soon away; But yet, like him, they meekly breathe "If God," they whisper, "smiles on us, When rapture such as woos thee now 32 125 Redeemer of a fallen race, Most merciful of kings, Thy hallowed words have clothed with power All taught by Thee, they yearly speak Our hearts and hopes above. J. G. LYONS. THE ROYAL BANNERS. THE Royal Banners forward go; The Cross shines forth in mystic glow; There whilst He hung, His sacred Side Fulfilled is now what David told How God the heathen's King should be; THE ROYAL BANNERS. O tree of glory, tree most fair, Upon its arms, like balance true, He weighed the price for sinners due,- To Thee, Eternal Three in One, O LIFE, O Death, O World, O Time, Though sharpest anguish hearts may wring, Yet suffering is a holy thing: Without it, what were we? TRENCH. 127 |