3 Wondrous honour hast Thou given
To our humblest charity
In Thine own mysterious sentence,
"Ye have done it unto Me."
Can it be, O gracious Master,
Thou dost deign for alms to sue,
Saying by Thy poor and needy,
"Give as I have given to you?”
I LORD of the living harvest,
That whitens o'er the plain,
Where angels soon shall gather
Their sheaves of golden grain;
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,
Lord, send us out 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, Christ the Son;
Be with us, 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!
I LORD, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone:
As Thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children, lost and lone.
2 O lead me, Lord, that I
may lead
The wandering and the wavering feet;
O feed me, Lord, that I may feed
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet.
3 O strengthen me, that while I stand
Firm on the Rock and strong in Thee,
I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea.
4 O fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
Until my very heart o'erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show.
5 O use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where;
Until Thy blessèd face I see,
Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
I My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being but for Thee—
Its sure support, its noblest end?
"Tis my delight Thy face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
I would not sigh for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live-
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honour give
Such bliss as crowns me at His side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigour is no more,
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love, His glorious power.
I Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o'er the land:
2 And duly shall appear,
In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.
3 Thou canst not toil in vain ;
Cold, heat and moist and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
4 Thence, when the glorious end,
The day of God, shall come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And heaven cry, "Harvest-home!"
I THY service, Lord, is my delight;
I would be spent and spend for Thee:
Thou art my wisdom and my might;
O glorify Thy name in me!
2 The light which Thou to me hast given,
Shall by Thy grace break forth and shine;
I'll point to men the road to heaven,
And show the power of love divine.
3 My life, my strength, my heart, my tongue,
My soul, my flesh, to Thee I give!
All these to Thee of right belong,
O let me to Thy glory live!
1 WE give Thee but Thine own,
Whate'er the gift may be:
All that we have is Thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from Thee.
2 May we Thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive;
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first-fruits give.
3 O hearts are bruised and dead;
And homes are bare and cold;
And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled
Are straying from the fold!
4 To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angels' work below.
5 The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,—
It is a Christ-like thing.
6 And we believe Thy word,
Though dim our faith may be,-
Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.
I YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word
And watchful at His gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His name.
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak, He's near ;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
4 O happy servant he
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.
I YE who hear the blessed call
Of the Spirit and the Bride:
Hear the Master's word to all,
Your commission and your guide-
"And let him that heareth say,
Come," to all yet far
2 "Come!" alike to age and youth,
Tell them of our Friend above,
Of His beauty and His truth,
Preciousness and grace and love.
Tell them what you know is true,
Tell them what He is to you.
"Come!" to those who, while they hear,
Linger, hardly knowing why;
Tell them that the Lord is near,
Tell them Jesus passes by.
Call them now; O do not wait,
Lest to-morrow be too late.
4 Brothers, sisters, do not wait,
Speak for Him who speaks to you!
Wherefore should you hesitate?
This is no great thing to do.
Jesus only bids you say,
"Come!" and will you not obey?
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: FELLOWSHIP.
I BLEST be the dear uniting love,
That will not let us part!
Our bodies may far off remove,
We still are one in heart.
2 Joined in one Spirit to our Head,
Where He appoints we go;
And still in Jesu's footsteps tread,
And show His praise below.
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