344

MISCELLANEOUS.

T.P. 260.

WORK, for the night is coming,

Work through the morning hours;

Work, for the dew is sparkling,
Work, 'mid springing flow'rs;
Work, when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labour,
Rest comes sure and soon;
Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for the daylight flies.

Work till the last beam fadeth,

Fadeth to shine no more;

Work while the night is dark'ning,
When man's work is o'er.

Arlington, 49: T.P. 98.
JESUS, the very thought of thee

With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,

Nor can the mem'ry find

A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!

8 O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek;

To those who fall how kind thou art;

How good to those who seek.

4 But what to those who find? Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;

The love of Jesus, what it is.
None but his loved ones know.

5 Jesus! our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize will be;
Jesus! be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.

346

Marlow, 76: T.P. 57.

LORD, it belongs not to my care

Whether I die or live;

C. M.

To love and serve thee is my share,
And this thy grace must give.
2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

8 Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than he went through before;

No one into his kingdom comes,

But through his open'd door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see;

For if thy work on earth be sweet,
What will thy glory be!

5 Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,

And join with all triumphant saints
Who sing Jehovah's praise.

6 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

348

C. M.

Mear, 77: T.P. 75. Hymn, 78: T.P. 80. JESUS, these eyes have never seen

That radiant form of thine;

The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessed face and mine.

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
Yet art thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot,

As where 1 meet with thee.

8 Like some bright dream that comes unsought

When slumbers o'er me roll,

Thine image ever fills my thought,

And charms my ravish'd soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone,

I love thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall thee reveal,
All-glorious as thou art.

349

7s, 6s.

Webb, 172: T.P. 172. Joy, 169: T.P. 176.
STAND up!-stand up for Jesus!

350

I

Ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high his royal banner,
It must not suffer loss:
From vict'ry unto vict'ry
His army shall be led,
Till every foe is vanquish'd,
And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up!-stand up for Jesus!
The trumpet call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict
In this his glorious day:
Ye that are men, now serve him
Against unnumber'd foes;
Your courage rise with danger,
And strength to strength oppose.

8 Stand up!-stand up for Jesus!
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,
The next the victor's song:

To him that overcometh,
A crown of life shall be;
He with the King of Glory
Shall reign eternally!

I Need Thee Every Hour, T.P. 258.

NEED thee every hour, Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine Can peace afford.

REF.-I need thee, O! I need thee; Every hour I need thee;
O bless me now, my Saviour! I come to thee.

2 I need thee every hour; Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power When thou art nigh.-Ref.

8 I need thee every hour, In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide, Or life is vain.-Ref.

4 I need thee every hour; Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises In me fulfil.-Ref.

5 I need thee every hour, Most Holy One;

O make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son.-Ref.

Mount Vernon, T.P. 166. Talmar, 162: T.P. 165.

SAVIOUR, who thy flock art feeding,

With the Shepherd's kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs thy bosom share;

2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in thy gracious arm;
There, we know, thy word believing,
Only there, secure from harın.
8 Never, from thy pasture roving,
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them all life's dang'rous way.
4 Then, within thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting place,
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink from rivers of thy grace.

352

Antioch, 48: T. P. 96. JOY to the world, the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King;

Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ:

C. M.

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sin and sorrow grow,

Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove

The glories of his righteousness,

And wonders of his love.

353

ON

Mount Vernon, T.P. 196.

89, 78.

NE sweet flower has droop'd and faded,
One sweet infant's voice has fled;
One fair brow the grave has shaded,
One sweet darling now is dead.
2 It is now where harps are ringing
Through the heavenly courts above;
And its silvery voice is singing,
With glad spirits, hymns of love.
3 It is gone to heaven before us,
But it turns and waves its hand;
Pointing to the glories o'er us,
In that happy spirit-land.

354

"I'm Going Home," T.P. 230. MY heav'nly home is bright and fair;

L. M.

Nor pain nor death can enter there: Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heav'nly mansion shall be mine." CHоI'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more. To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home, to die no more.

2 My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;

When from this earthly prison free,

That heavenly mansion mine shall be.-Cho.
3 While here a stranger far from home,
Affliction's waves may round me foam;
And though, like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heav'nly mansion is secure.-Cho.
4 Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow;
Be mine a happier lot, to own

A heavenly mansion near the throne.-Cho.

5 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine;

All nature sink, and cease to be:

That heavenly mansion stands for me.-Cho.

355

S. M.

Stafford, T.P. 122. Lisbon, 113: T.P. 125.

WHAT delight is this,

Which now in Christ we know,

An earnest of our glorious bliss,
Our heaven begun below!

2 When He the table spreads,
How royal is the cheer;
With rapture we lift up our heads,
And own that God is here.

3 The Lamb for sinners slain,
Who died to die no more,
Let all the ransom'd sons of men,
With all his hosts, adore.

4 Let earth and heaven be join'd,

His glories to display,

And hymn the Saviour of mankind

In one eternal day.

356

C. M.

Exhortation, 70: T.P. 68. Cambridge, 56: T.P. 66

THE King of Heaven his table spreads,

And blessings crown the board;

Not Paradise, with all its joys,

Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise our souls to heaven.

8 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast
And bless the Founder's name.