The English hymn book [compiled by R. W. Dale].

6 Come, labour on !

No time for rest, till glows the western sky, While the long shadows o'er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, Servants, well done!

7 Come, labour on!

The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure;
Blessed are those who to the end endure;
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,
O Lord, with Thee!

S.M.

MONTGOMERY.

776 In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening

withhold not thy hand.-Eccl. xi. 6.

OW in the morn thy seed,

Sow

At eve hold not thine hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

2 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 'tis found;

Go forth, then, everywhere.

4 Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown ;
Grace keeps the precious germs alive,
When and wherever strown.

5 And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,

The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

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

7 Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,

777

And heaven cry, Harvest home!

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DUFFIELD.*

Who will stand up for me?—Psalm xciv. 16.

I TAND up, stand up for Jesus,

STA

Ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high His royal banner,
It must not suffer loss;
From victory unto victory

His army shall He lead,
Till every foe is vanquished,
And Christ is Lord indeed.

2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus;
The trumpet-call obey;
Forth to the mighty conflict,
In this His glorious day;
Ye that are men, now serve Him,
Against unnumbered foes;
Let courage rise with danger,

And strength to strength oppose.

3 Stand up, stand up for Jesus;
Stand in His strength alone;
The arm of flesh will fail you ;

Ye dare not trust your own;
Put on the gospel armour,
And, watching unto prayer,
Where duty calls or danger,
Be never wanting there.

Accept these hands to labour,
These hearts to trust and love,
And deign with them to hasten
Thy kingdom from above.

2 As labourers in Thy vineyard,
Send us out, Christ, to be
Content to bear the burden
Of weary days for Thee;
We ask no other wages,

When Thou shalt call us home,
But to have shared the travail
Which makes Thy kingdom come.

3 Be with us, God the Father,
Be with us, God the Son,
And God the Holy Spirit,
O blessed Three in One!
Make us a Royal Priesthood,
Thee rightly to adore,
And fill us with Thy fulness,
Now and for evermore.

L.M. [N. L. FROTHINGHAM.]

781 What shall I do, Lord?-Acts xxii. 10.

HOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand

Hath brought us here before Thy face,

Our spirits wait for Thy command,

Our silent hearts implore Thy peace.

2 Those spirits lay their noblest powers,
As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;

Thine was the strength that nourished ours;
The soldiers of the cross are Thine.

3 And now with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to Thee, great God! We would redeem Thy holy land,

That land which sin so long has trod.

4 Send us where'er Thou wilt, O Lord!

Through rugged toil and wearying fight;
Thy conquering love shall be our sword,
And faith in Thee our truest might.
5 Send down Thy constant aid, we pray ;
Be Thy pure angels with us still!
Thy truth shall be our firmest stay ;
Our only rest, to do Thy will.

782

S.M. H. BONAR, after EPHRAEM SYRUS. We are unprofitable servants.—Luke xvii. 10. I AKE use of me, my God!

MAR

Let me not be forgot―
A broken vessel cast aside,
One whom thou needest not.

2 I am Thy creature, Lord;
And made by hands divine;
And I am part, however mean,
Of this great world of Thine.
3 Thou usest all Thy works,
The weakest things that be;
Each has a service of its own,
For all things wait on Thee.

4 All things do serve Thee here,
All creatures great and small;
Make use of me, of me, my God,
The meanest of them all.

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783 Glorify God.-1 Corinthians vi. 20.

CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A soul from death and hell to save,
And fit it for the sky;