Our Loving Service

The Son of God goes forth to war,
A kingly crown to gain;

His blood-red banner streams afar;
Who follows in his train?

Reginald Heber.

Laborers of Christ arise

And gird you for the toil!

The dew of promise from the skies:
Already cheers the soil.

Lydia H. Sigourney.

The harvest dawn is near,

The year delays not long;

And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song.

Sad to his toil he goes,

His seed with weeping leaves;

But he shall come at twilight's close,

And bring his golden sheaves.

George Burgess.

Blest too is he who can divine

Where real right doth lie,

And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man's blindfold eye.

Frederick W. Faber.

Yet all these treasures of thy grace
Are lodged in urns of clay;
And the weak sons of mortal race
The immortal gifts convey.

Philip Doddridge.

Thy saints in all this glorious war

Shall conquer, though they die:
They see the triumph from afar,
By faith they bring it nigh.
Isaac Watts.

"Tis thine to save from peril of perdition
The souls for whom the Lord his life laid down;
Beware lest, slothful to fulfill thy mission,
Thou lose one jewel that should deck his crown.
Mary A. Thompson.

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.
Daniel March.

Down in the human heart,
Crushed by the tempter,

Feelings lie buried that grace can restore :
Touched by a loving heart,

Wakened by kindness,

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. Fannie J. Crosby.

Go to many a tropic isle

In the bosom of the deep,
Where the skies forever smile,

And the oppressed forever weep.
Bear the tidings round the ball,
Visit every soil and sea;

Preach the cross of Christ to all,

Christ, whose love is full and free.
Joshua Marsden.

Lead on, O King Eternal,

We follow, not with fears;
For gladness breaks like morning
Where'er thy face appears;
Thy cross is lifted o'er us;
We journey in its light:
The crown awaits the conquest;

Lead on, O God of might.

Ernest W. Shurtleff.

Our sword is the spirit of God on high,
Our helmet is his salvation,

Our banner, the cross of Calvary,
Our watchword, the Incarnation.
Gerard Moultrie.

Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, And prayers of saints were sown,

We, to their labors entering in,

Would real where they have strown.
Samuel Longfellow.

O blessed work for Jesus!
O rest at Jesus' feet!

There toil seems pleasure,,
My wants are treasure,
And pain for him is sweet.
Lord, if I may,

I'll serve another day.

Anna B. Warner.

How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee! Faith of our fathers! holy faith!

We will be true to thee till death!

Frederick W. Faber.

With us when we toil in sadness,
Sowing much, and reaping none;
Telling us that in the future

Golden harvests shall be won.

Edwin H. Nevin.

Make haste, O man, to do

Whatever must be done;

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

Horatius Bonar.

Fling out the banner! let it float

Skyward and seaward, high and wide, Our glory, only in the cross;

Our only hope, the crucified!

George W. Doane.

The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask,-
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
John Keble.

We share our mutual woes,

Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
John Fawcett.

Christ for the world we sing;
The world to Christ we bring
With one accord;

With us the work to share,
With us reproach to dare,

With us the cross to bear,

For Christ our Lord.

Samuel Wolcott.

Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart,

The wealth of land and sea;

The worlds of science and of art,
Revealed and ruled by thee.

John Ellerton.

Stand up, stand up for Jesus !
The strife will not be long;
This day the noise of battle,
The next the victor's song.
George Duffield.

Yet where our duty's task is wrought In unison with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe'er is willed is done.

John G. Whittier.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;

While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,

Fadeth to shine no more;

Work while the night is darkening,

When man's work is o'er.

Annie L. Walker.

And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,

The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,

And the full corn at length.

James Montgomery.

Seize your armor, gird it on;
Now the battle will be won;

See, the strife will soon be done;

Then struggle manfully.

Jared B. Waterbury.