Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, no violence, I fear,

No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

J. Wesley (from the German).

AS WORKERS TOGETHER WITH HIM."

IGH on His everlasting throne,

The King of Saints His work surveys; Marks the dear souls He calls His own, And smiles on that peculiar race. He rests well pleased their toil to see; Beneath His easy yoke they move; With all their heart and strength agree In the sweet labour of His love.

His eye at once the world looks through,
A vast uncultivated field;
Mountains and vales in ghastly show,
A barren, uncouth prospect yield :
Clear'd of the thorns by civil care,

A few less hideous wastes are seen;
Yet still they all continue bare,

And not one spot of earth is green.

See where the servants of their God,
A busy multitude, appear!
For Jesus day and night employ'd,
His husbandry they toil to clear.

The love of Christ their hearts constrains,

And strengthens their unwearied hands; They spend their blood, and sweat, and pains, To cultivate Emmanuel's lands.

Alarm'd at their successful toil,

Satan and his wild spirits rage; They labour to tear up and spoil And blast the rising heritage.

In every wilderness they sow

The seed of death, the carnal mind; They would not let one virtue grow, Nor leave one seed of good behind.

Yet still the servants of their Lord

Look up and calmly persevere, Supported by the Master's word,

The adverse powers they scorn to fear; · Gladly their happy work pursue :

The labour of their hands is seen, Their hands the face of earth renew ; Some spots at least are lively green.

To dig the ground they thus bestow
Their lives; from every soften'd clod
They gather out the stones, and sow
The immortal seed, the word of God.

They water it with tears and prayers,

Then long for the returning word Happy, if all their pains and cares

;

Can bring forth fruit to please their Lord.

Jesus their work delighted sees;

Their industry vouchsafes to crown :
He kindly gives the wish'd increase,
And sends the promised blessing down.
The sap of life, the Spirit's powers,
He rains incessant from above;
He all His gracious fulness showers,
To perfect their great work of love.

O multiply Thy sowers' seed,

And fruit we every hour shall bear ;
Throughout the world Thy gospel spread,
Thy everlasting grace declare :
We all in perfect love renew'd,

Shall know the greatness of Thy power,

Stand in the temple of our God

As pillars, and go out no more.

J. Wesley (from Bishop A. G. Spangenberg).

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FOR OF HIM, AND THROUGH HIM, AND TO HIM,

OMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into His hands,

To His sure truth and tender care,

Who earth and heaven commands:

Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.

Thou on the Lord rely,

So safe shalt thou go on;

Fix on His work thy steadfast eye,

So shall thy work be done.

No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;

To Him commit thy cause; His ear

Attends the softest prayer.

Thy everlasting Truth,

Father! Thy ceaseless love,

Sees all Thy children's wants, and knows

What best for each shall prove.