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7 Still lift your standard high,
Still march in firm array,
Till dawns the golden day.
8 At last the march shall end,
The wearied ones shall rest,
E. H. Plumptre.
78. 61. JESUS, Master, whom I serve,
Though so feebly and so ill,
All Thy bidding to fulfill ;
2 Lord, Thou needest not, I know,
Service such as I can bring ;
Full allegiance to my King.
3 Jesus, Master, wilt Thou use
One who owes Thee more than all ?
Only let me hear Thy call.
F. R. Havergal. (This hymn is Part II of "Jesus, Master, whose I am," No. 276, and “Take my life and let be," No. 453.)
His constant mercy bless,
And granted us success.
2 His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear ;
Each other's load to share.
3 Oh, happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,
By deeds of holy love !
4 Lord, may it be our choice,
This blessed rule to keep,
H. W. Baker.
At eve hold not thy hand ;
Broad-cast it o'er the land.
2 And duly shall appear
In verdure, beauty, strength,
And the full corn at length.
3 Thou canst not toil in vain :
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
For garners in the sky.
4 Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, is come,
" Harvest Home.”
C. M. Oh, still in accents sweet and strong
Sounds forth the ancient word,
More laborers for the Lord.”
2 We hear the call ; in dreams no more
In selfish ease we lie,
Go forth beneath His sky. 3 Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood,
And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in,
Would reap where they have strown. 4 0 Thou whose call our hearts has stirred,
To do Thy will we come ;
S. Longfellow. 565
L. M. O LOVE divine, that stoop'd to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
We smile at pain while Thou art near. 2 Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering, Thou art
3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us Thou art near. 4 On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love divine, forever dear ! Content to suffer, while we know, Living and dying, Thou art near.
0. W. Holmes.
6s. 81. Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be !
Choose out the path for me.
I would not, if I might ;
So shall I walk aright.
Is Thine, so let the way
Else I must surely stray.
With joy or sorrow fill,
Choose Thou my good and ill.
My sickness, or my health ;
My poverty or wealth.
In things or great, or small ;
C. M. Oh, help us, Lord ; each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give; Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.
2 Oh, help us, through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe ;
The more shall he receive.
3 If, strangers to Thy fold, we call,
Imploring at Thy feet
'T is all we dare entreat.
4 But be it, Lord of mercy, all,
So Thou wilt grant but this :
Are light, and life, and bliss.
5 Oh, help us, Jesus, from on high ;
We know no help but Thee : Oh, help us so to live and die As Thine in heaven to be.
H. H. Milman.
11s, 10s COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish,
Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tel
your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.