And shall not then that Name so justly dear

And shall not then that Name so justly dear,
Be shrined on earth, and hallow'd as on high;
Claiming more tribute than one passing tear,
Or the mere sickly fragrance of a sigh?
With holier deeds, and higher, holier thought,
Into the soul by God's own Spirit wrought,

Let us pass on through life, — a sacred band, —
Like soldiers, bent all hardness to endure,
So we can bear, safe to a better land,
That Name, and trust, — consign'd to us so pure;
Ours be the hope, above all hope supreme, —
Ours be the day-thought, and the midnight dream, —

For every hour supplies of grace to claim,
And prove God's gift by hallowing His Name.