Roses with Lo! round the throne, a glorious band and O for a faith that will not shrink

Lo! round the throne, a glorious band,
The saints in countless myriads stand;
Of every tongue redeemed to God,
Arrayed in garments washed in blood.

Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross, despised the shame;
But now from all their labors rest,
In God’s eternal glory blest.

They see the Saviour face to face;
They sing the triumph of his grace;
And day and night, with ceaseless praise,
To him their loud hosannas raise.

O may we tread the sacred road
That holy saints and martyrs trod;
Wage to the end the glorious strife,
And win, like them, a crown of life!
                                    Mary L. Duncan


O for a faith that will not shrink,
  Though pressed by every foe,
That will not tremble on the brink
  Of any earthly foe.

That will not murmur or complain
  Beneath the chast’ning rod,
But, in the hour of grief or pain,
  Will lean upon its God;-

A faith that shines more bright and clear
  When tempests rage without;
And when in danger knows no fear,
  In darkness feels no doubt.

Lord, give us such a faith as this,
  And then, what’er may come,
We’ll taste e’en here the hallow’d bliss
  Of an eternal home.

Rev. W. H. Bathurst