2 This life to toil is given,

And he improves it best

Who seeks by patient labor To enter into rest; Then, pilgrim, worn and weary, Press on, the goal is nigh; The prize is straight before thee; There's resting by-and-by. 3 Nor ask when, overburdened, You long for friendly aid, "Why idle stands my brother,

No yoke upon him laid?"

The Master bids him tarry, And dare you ask him why? "Go labor in my vineyard,

There's resting by-and-by." 4 Wan reaper in the harvest,

Let this thy strength sustain,
Each sheaf that fills the garner
Brings you eternal gain;
Then bear the cross with patience,
To fields of duty hie;

'Tis sweet to work for Jesus ;-
There's resting by-and-by.

Sidney Dyer.

2 Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning
While we work, and watch, and pray;
Gathering gladly
Free-will offerings by the way.
3 Not for selfish praise or glory,
Nor for things of transient worth,
But to send the blessed story
Of the gospel o'er the earth,
Telling mortals

Of our Lord and Saviour's birth.

4 Up and ever at our calling,

Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till-sin's dominion falling-
Christ shall in his kingdom come,
And his children

Reach their everlasting home.
5 Steadfast then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And forever and forever,

We will give the praise to thee;
Alleluia,
Singing all eternity.

1 SPEED thy servants, Saviour, speed them; Thou art Lord of winds and waves: They were bound, but thou hast freed them;

Now they go to free the slaves;
Be thou with them;

"T is thine arm alone that saves.
2 Friends and home and all forsaking,
Lord, they go at thy command;
As their stay thy promise taking,
While they traverse sea and land:
O, be with them;

Lead them safely by the hand. 3 Where no fruit appears to cheer them, And they seem to toil in vain, Then in mercy, Lord, draw near them, Then their sinking hopes sustain; Thus supported,

Anon.

Let their zeal revive again.

4 In the midst of opposition

Let them trust, O Lord, in thee; When success attends their mission, Let thy servants humble be; Never leave them,

Till thy face in heaven they see.

Thomas Kelly

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ra-diant light, holy trust,

Fine.

Copyrighted 1886

D.S.

Bid the shades recede; Tread the Spread the gos-pel's joy.

in the dust, Hea - then fanes destroy,

V. E. Belden.

4 Ours to sow the seed in sorrow, Thine to bid it spring and grow; And the golden days of autumn Will a precious harvest show.

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Anon.

[Tune, Greenville, No. 844,] 8s & 7s. D. 1 LORD of glory! thou hast bought us, With thy life-blood as the price, Never grudging, for the lost ones, That tremendous sacrifice ;— And, with that, hast freely given Blessings, countless as the sand, To the thoughtless and the evil,

With thine own unsparing hand.

2 Grant us hearts, dear Lord, to yield thee
Gladly, freely, of thine own;
With the sunshine of thy goodness,

Melt our thankless hearts of stone,
Till our cold and selfish natures,

Warmed by thee, at length believe
That more happy and more blessèd
'Tis to give than to receive.

3 Wondrous honor hast thou given
To our humblest charity,
In thine own mysterious sentence,——
"Ye have done it unto me!"
Give us faith to trust thee boldly,
Hope, to stay our souls on thee;
But, Ô,-best of all thy graces-
Give us thine own charity.

Mrs. Alderson.

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1. He that

1 CAST thy bread upon the waters,

Thinking not 't is thrown away;
God himself saith, "Thou shalt gather
It again some future day."

2 Cast thy bread upon the waters;
Wildly though the billows roll,
They but aid thee as thou toilest
Truth to spread from pole to pole.
3 As the seed, by billows floated

To some distant island lone,
So to human souls benighted
That thou sowest may be borne
4 Cast thy bread upon the waters;

Why wilt thou still doubting stand?
Bounteous shall God send the harvest,
If thou sow with liberal hand.

5 Give them freely of thy substance;

O'er his cause the Lord doth reign: Cast thy bread, and toil with patience, Thou shalt labor not in vain.

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Anon.

1 WITH my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word.

2 While the heralds of salvation
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends, of every station,
Gladly join to spread his fame.
3 Be his kingdom now promoted,
Let the earth her Monarch know;
Be my all to him devoted;
То my Lord my all I owe

Benjamin Francis

132, 844, 501.

2 Lift the voice!-Lo, weak and dying,
Warriors, struggling, faint and fall;
Bid them fight! on God relying;
Jesus comes to conquer all!
Lift the voice in notes of gladness,
Ring the shout along the sky,
Cease your tears, ye sons of sadness,
Sing! rejoice! your God is nigh.
3 Lift the voice like music blended

With heart-healing minstrelsy;
Cry, thy warfare now is ended;

Lo, thy Saviour comes to thee!
Soon beyond time's night of sadness,
Watchmen, ye shall joyful sing;
Eye to eye shall see with gladness,
When the Lord shall Zion bring.

Anon.

1 BROTHER, you may work for Jesus; God has given you a place

In some portion of his vineyard,
And will give sustaining grace.

He has bidden you to labor,
And has promised a reward-
Even joy and life eternal

In the kingdom of your Lord.

2 Brother, you may pray for Jesus, In your closet and at home,

In the village, in the city,

Or wherever you may roam; Pray that he will send the Spirit Into some dear sinner's heart, And that in his soul's salvation

You may bear some humble part. 3 Brother, you may sing for Jesus; O how precious is his love! Praise him for his boundless blessings, Ever coming from above; Sing how Jesus died to save you, How your sin and guilt he bore, How his blood hath sealed your pardon,Sing for Jesus evermore.

4 Brother, you may live for Jesus,

Him who died that you might live;
O, then all your ransomed powers
To his service freely give;
Thus for Jesus you may labor,

And for Jesus sing and pray;
Consecrate your life to Jesus-
Love and serve him every day.

Anon.