69.

LOVE divine, all loves excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down;
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling;
All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, Thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love Thou art:
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Enter every longing heart.

Come, almighty to deliver;

Let us all Thy grace receive;
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more Thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

Finish, then, Thy new creation;
Pure and spotless may we be;
Let us see Thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in Thee,
Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place,

Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

CHARLES WESLEY, 1747.

70.

MAKE haste, O man, to live,

For thou so soon must die;

Time hurries past thee like the breeze;
How swift its moments fly!

Make haste, O man, to do
Whatever must be done;

Thou hast no time to lose in sloth;
Thy day will soon be gone.

Up then with speed, and work;
Fling ease and self away;

This is no time for thee to sleep;
Up, watch and work and pray.

The useful, not the great, The thing that never dies, The silent toil that is not lostSet these before thine eyes.

The seed, whose leaf and flower,
Though poor in human sight,
Bring forth at last the eternal fruit,
Sow thou both day and night.

Make haste, O man, to live;
Thy time is almost o'er;

O sleep not, dream not, but arise:

The Judge is at the door.

HORATIUS BONAR, 1857.