FOR A SCHOOL CONFIRMATION

"Lift up your hearts!" We lift them, LORD, to Thee;
Here, at Thy feet, none other may we see:
"Lift up your hearts!" E'en so, with one accord,
We lift them up, we lift them to the LORD.

Above the level of the former years,
The mire of sin, the slough of guilty fears,
The mist of doubt, the blight of love's decay,
O LORD of Light, lift all our hearts to-day!

Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame,
The deeds, the thoughts, that honour may not name,
The halting tongue that dares not tell the whole,
O LORD of Truth, lift every Christian soul!

Above the storms that vex this lower state,
Pride, jealousy, and envy, rage, and hate,
And cold mistrust that holds e'en friends apart,
O LORD of Love, lift every brother's heart!

Lift every gift that Thou Thyself hast given;
Low lies the best till lifted up to Heaven:
Low lie the bounding heart, the teeming brain,
Till, sent from GOD, they mount to GOD again.
O if the hopes which thrill our hearts to-day
Foreshadow aught that shall not pass away,
And we may trust that all our days shall be

Bound each to each by natural piety,"

Then, as the trumpet call, in after years,

"Lift up your hearts!", rings pealing in our ears, Still shall those hearts respond, with full accord, "We lift them up, we lift them to the LORD!"

HARROW, about 1875.

FOR FOUNDER'S DAY

O Merciful and Holy!

Who still, by steps unknown, In simple hearts and lowly

Dost build Thy loftiest throne;
As Thou of old wast near us,

To bless our Founder's care,
Bow down Thine ear, and hear us,
In this Thy House of prayer!

For all the faith and daring

That haunt our ancient Hill,
And patience, and forbearing,
Tried good, and vanquished ill;
Sweet praise of our dear Mother,
And, sweeter far than fame,
The love that binds each brother-
We glorify Thy Name.

For Memory's golden treasure,
Our boyhood's cloudless brow,
Each pure and blameless pleasure,
Each brave and holy vow;
And friends still clinging nearer
As sorrows cross our way,
And some by death made dearer—
We thank Thee, LORD! to-day.

Whate'er Thy Will shall send us,
If weal or woe betide,

Do Thou, our GOD! defend us
Fast anchored by Thy side!
Here firm, though all be drifting,
May thousands still adore,
Eye, heart, and voice uplifting

Till time shall be no more!

HARROW, June 15, 1871. Tercentenary Festival.

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"Stet Fortuna Domus." VERG.

(The Motto of Harrow School.)

FOR FOUNDER'S DAY

Rejoice to-day with one accord,

Sing out in exultation '

Rejoice, and praise our mighty LORD,
Our Strength and our Salvation!

Our Father's GOD was He,
Our GOD He still shall be;
Our Fathers praised His Name,
Our Sons shall praise the same:
Let young and old adore Him!

Our House was built in lowly ways,
But GOD looked down upon her:
He gave her wealth and length of days,
And brought us to great honour,
In life, in death, our Guide;
We own no strength beside:

His Hosts are round us still,

He guards His holy hill:

Our House shall stand for ever!

HARROW, June 15, 1871.

1 The first three lines are by the Rev. Sir Henry W. Baker,

Bart., in "Hymns Ancient and Modern."

ST JOHN BAPTIST

Καὶ εἰ θέλετε δέξασθαι, αὐτός ἐστιν Ἠλείας ὁ μέλλων ἔρχεσθαι. S. MATT. XI. 14.

"Art Thou the Healer that should come,
"Or look we for Another still?"

So spake he from the dungeon gloom;
His faith was low, his heart was chill.

The Voice that cried in saintliest youth

Repent ye" to the startled throng; The Voice that ever spake the truth,

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And boldly chid the tyrant's wrong;

The Voice that owned, "I am not He";

'Why comest Thou to Jordan's flood? I need to be baptized of Thee";

"Behold the Atoning Lamb of GOD!".

Now murmurs, faint, and half o'ercome
With brooding o'er triumphant ill,
"Art Thou the Healer that should come,
"Or look we for Another still?"

The Saviour heard His servant's prayer,
Then turned Him to His daily task;
The two Disciples wondering there

Unconscious learn the truth they ask.

Foul spirits fled the shuddering frame;
The blind man knew His Voice, and saw;
Up rose the palsied and the lame,

The deaf ear heard His Ephphatha.

The leper from his bonds He freed,
The dead He raised to life once more;
And, mightier yet, the Christ indeed,
He preached the Gospel to the poor.

Then to the Messengers alone

He spake and spake no other word— "Go back, and show My servant John "What ye this day have seen and heard.”

HARROW, 1866.