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Still keep the end in view,
Tarry nor turn aside,

Perils, allurements, bonds break through,
Most faithful when most tried!

Thus, till we reach the goal,

All else to count but loss;

Nor, till we gain the prize,-our soul,Grow weary of the Cross.

377. S. M.

1

Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;

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To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

Beside all waters sow,

The highway furrows stock,

Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.

The good, the fruitful ground,
Expect not here nor there;

O'er hill and dale, by plots, 't is found;
Go forth, then, every where.

And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,

The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,

And the full corn at length.

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Thou canst not toil in vain ;
Cold, heat, and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain,
For garners in the sky.

Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, is come,

The angel reapers shall descend,

And heaven cry-"Harvest home!"

378. P. M.

1 Shall we grow weary in our watch,
And murmur at the long delay,
Impatient of our Father's time,
And His appointed way?

2 O, oft a deeper test of faith
Than prison-cell, or martyr's stake,
The self-renouncing watchfulness
Of silent prayer may make.

3 We gird us bravely, to rebuke
Our erring brother in the wrong;
And in the ear of pride and power
Our warning voice is strong.

4 Easier to smite with Peter's sword

Than watch one hour in humbling prayer; Life's great things, like the Syrian lord, Our hearts can do and dare:

5 But, O, we shrink from Jordan's side,
From waters which alone can save;
And murmur for Abana's banks,
And Pharpar's brighter wave.

6 O Thou, who in the garden's shade
Didst wake thy weary ones again
Who slumbered at that fearful hour,
Forgetful of thy pain, -

7 Bend o'er us now, as over them,
And set our sleep-bound spirits free,
Nor leave us slumbering in the watch
Our souls should keep with thee!

379. C. M.

1 Perpetual Source of light and grace!
We hail Thy sacred name:
Through every year's revolving round
Thy goodness is the same.

2 On us, unworthy as we are,
Its wondrous mercy pours;
Sure as the heavens' established course,
And plenteous as the showers.

3 Inconstant service we repay;

And treacherous vows renew:

False as the morning's scattering cloud, And transient as the dew.

4 In flowing tears our guilt we mourn;
And loud implore Thy grace,
To bear our feeble footsteps on
In all Thy righteous ways.

5 Armed with this

energy divine,
Our souls shall steadfast move,
And with increasing transport press
On to Thy courts above.

6 So by Thy power the morning sun
Pursues his radiant way,

Brightens each moment in his race,
And shines to perfect day.

380. C. M.

1 O it is hard to work for God, To rise and take His part Upon this battle-field of earth,

And not sometimes lose heart!

2 He hides Himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers
Of ill are most abroad.

3 O blest is he to whom is given
The instinct that can tell

That God is on the field, when He
Is most invisible !

4 And blest is he who can divine
Where real Right doth lie,

And dares to take the side that seems
Unsafe to human eye!

5 O learn to scorn the praise of men!
O learn to lose with God!

For Jesus won the world through shame,
And beckons thee his road.

6 For Right is Right, since God is God,
And Right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.

381. C. M.

1 Nay, tell us not of dangers dire
That lie in Duty's path;

A warrior of the Cross can feel
No fear of human wrath.

2 Where'er the Prince of Darkness holds
His earthly reign abhorred,
Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw
And battle for the Lord.

3 We go! we go, to break the chains
That bind the erring mind;

And give the freedom that we feel,
To all of human kind.