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3 While in my Master's vineyard,
I toil and travel on,
Until my work is done;
We'll still in spirit meet;
And confidently wait.
Until we meet again,
With Christ the Lord to reign :
And keep the prize in view,
I there may meet with you.
Will all be done away,
To spend an endless day;
Our Saviour and our Friend,
148. 11's. Anon.
The Christian's farewell. FAREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at That we must be parted from this social band; Our several engagements now call us away,
Our parting is needful, and we must obey. 2 Farewell my dear brethren, farewell for a while,
We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile; But while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad,
We'll pray for each other, and trust in the Lord. 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you 'll soon be discharg'd
The war will be ended, your bounty enlarg’d,
4 Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for war,
Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near;
Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 5 The world and the devil, and sin, all unite,
And bold persecution, your souls to affright,
Let this animate you to march on your way. 6 Farewell, trembling mourners, with sad broken heart,
O hasten to Jesus, and choose the good part,
His arms are extended your souls to receive.
To think of your danger, if still unconcern'd,
How will you stand trembling with tormenting fear! 8 Those frolics and pastimes in which you delight,
Will serve to torment you with dreadful affright,
Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound;
149. L. M. Altered.
Another may not be thy share.
Wisely to fill up every hour;
3 Be with me in thy house to-day,
And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Refreshing, quickening all anew. 4 Command my thoughts-teach them to rove
O'er the green pastures of thy love;
Nor keep my Saviour from my breast. 5 Give to thy church a large increase;
Send her prosperity and peace;,
150. 7'8. Cowper.
While the tempest still is high. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide
O receive my soul at last! 3 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Still support, and comfort me. 4 All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bringCover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing. 5 Just, and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness; Vile, and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth, and grace. 6 Plenteous grace in thee is found
Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,
Make, and keep me pure within.
7 Thou of lise the fountain art
Freely let me take of thee;
heart Rise to all eternity.
151. P. M. Newton.
Of everlasting woe?
Vengeance waits the dread command,
And sink you with the damn'd!
Into the burning lake.
That you his will oppose ?
With which he breaks his foes?
When he judgment shall proclaim ?-
shall melt away,
And drag you to the bar,
Will fill you with despair:
Sins of deepest crimson dye,
And can you then reply?
Your forehead lin'd with brass,
He will not let you pass :
Sinners then in vain shall call
Though they now despise the grace
And hide us from his face! 5 But there is a blessed hope,
You may his mercy know;
He still forbears the blow,
Sinners he invites to come:
He says—"there still is room.'
Behold, I stand at the door and knock, Rev. ij. 20
the Saviour stands a pleading
At the sinner's bolted heart,
On the burden'd sinner's part.
Hear his gracious voice to-day;
Now's the time, no more delay. 3 Open now your hearts before him,
Bid your Saviour welcome in;
Take a full discharge from sin. 4 Now he's waiting to be gracious,
Now he stands and looks on thee; See what kindness, love and pity,
Shine around on you and me. 5 Come, for all things now are ready,
Yes, there's room for mary more; Oye blind, ye lame, ye needy,
Come to this exhaustless store.