6 Ever the richest, tenderest glow 7 Such is Thy banquet, dearest Lord; Our lot with Thine, to trust Thy word, 555. C. M. 1 When in the vale of lengthened years 2 How many mercies will my life What countless dangers will be past, 3 But O, my soul! if thou canst say, In every trouble owned His hand, 4 If piety has marked my steps, 5 If I an aged servant am I need not fear the closing scene, 6 This scene will all my labours end, 556. L. M. 1 Work, work to-day! the night comes fast, 2 Work, work! each moment as it flies Work, work! each moment slighted now Plucks a rich jewel from thy brow. 557. P. M. 1 One by one the sands are flowing, 2 One by one thy Duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach. 3 One by one, bright gifts from Heaven, 4 One by one thy griefs shall meet thee, Do not fear an armèd band; One will fade as others greet thee, Shadows passing through the land. 5 Do not look at life's long sorrow; See how small each moment's pain; 6 Every hour that fleets so slowly 1 Whatsoever be the seed, Thought or feeling, word or deed, What we sow that shall we reap. 2 Every day and every hour, 'Mid the sunshine, 'mid the shower, We are planting what must grow, Yield it joy, or yield it woe. 3 In the past, full many a root 4 In the future may we sow 559. C. M. 1 Though lowly here our lot may be, 2 Our days of darkness we may bear, 3 Our lives, enriched with gentle thoughts And loving deeds, may be A stream that still the nobler grows 4 To Jesus true, to Conscience true, In God's clear sight high work we do, 5 Thus may we make the lowliest lot Thus may we turn a crown of thorns 1 Calmly, calmly lay him down! 2 Memories, all too bright for tears, Faithful through long toilsome years. 3 All that makes for human good, 4 Meek and gentle was his soul, 5 Huts where poor men sat distressed, |