From the best bliss that earth im- parts We turn un-filled to Thee again. A - MEN. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood; 3 4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee, We taste Thee, O Thou living Bread, 5 O Jesus, ever with us stay, Make all our moments calm and bright; 143 (ROCKINGHAM OLD) L. M. I MY God, and is Thy table spread? 2 Hail, sacred feast which Jesus makes, 3 Why are its dainties all in vain 4 O let Thy table honored be, Strong in the strength which God sup-plies Through His E-ternal Son. A-MEN. Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 3 Stand then in His great might, 4 That, having all things done, 5 From strength to strength go on; 6 Still let the Spirit cry 146 (LABAN) S. M. I YE servants of the Lord, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Rev. Charles Wesley, 1749 Mark the first signal of His hand, 4 O happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, Gird up your loins, as in His sight, 5 Christ shall the banquet spread For awful is His Name. 3 Watch: 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, He's near ; With His own royal hand, And raise that favorite servant's head Rev. Philip Doddridge, publ. 1755 x 147 CRUCIFER 8.7.8.7. D. 1 Je - sus, O 4 Henry Smart, 1867 I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Perish ev ery fond am bi - tion, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my con - -di-tion, God and heaven are still my own. 2 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest: O'tis not in grief to harm me While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin and fear and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear; Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine? Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1824 (Text of 1833) 148 ELLESDIE 8.7.8. 7. D. Arr. from Mozart, by Joseph P. Holbrook, 1865 I Hark! the voice of Je sus crying, "Who will go and work to - day? Fields are white, and harvests waiting; Who will bear the D.S.-Who will answer, gladly saying, "Here am I; send Loud and long the Master call-eth, Rich reward He offers free; A-MEN. 2 If you cannot cross the ocean, And the heathen lands explore, You can find the heathen nearer, You can help them at your door. If you cannot give your thousands, You can give the widow's mite; And the least you give for Jesus Will be precious in His sight. 3 If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say He died for all. If you cannot rouse the wicked With the judgment's dread alarms, You can lead the little children To the Saviour's waiting arms. 4 Let none hear you idly saying, "There is nothing I can do," While the souls of men are dying, And the Master calls for you : Take the task He gives you gladly, Let His work your pleasure be; Answer quickly when He calleth, "Here am I; send me, send me." Rev. Daniel March, 1868 |