Lives of good men all remind us 107 HATSOEVER be the seed, WE Thought or feeling, word or deed, Buried howsoever deep, What we sow that shall we reap. Every day and every hour, 'Mid the sunshine, 'mid the shower, In the past full many a root In the future may we sow 108 G O labour on; spend, and be spent,J Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still? Go labour on; 'tis not for nought; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises,-what are men? Go labour on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer; No toil for him shall be in vain. Go labour on; your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near, —a kingdom and a crown! Go labour on, while it is day, The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away : It is not thus that souls are won. Men die in darkness at your side, The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, Behold I come! 109 LORD, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live; To love and serve thee is my share, If life be long, I will be glad If short, yet why should I be sad Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes, Must enter by his door. Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if thy work on earth be sweet, Then shall I end my sad complaints, And join with the triumphant saints, My knowledge of that life is small, But 'tis enough that Christ knows all, 110 Woon will the fleeting hours be past; WORK, work to-day! the night comes fast, Work, work to-day! for never more Work, work! each moment as it flies Work, work! each moment slighted now 111 HOUGH lowly here our lot may be, In faith and trust to follow Him Our days of darkness we may bear, And fix'd our hopes above. Our lives, enrich'd with gentle thoughts To Jesus true, to conscience true, In God's clear sight high work we do, Thus may we make the lowliest lot Thus may we turn a crown of thorns 112 SCOR CORN not the slightest word or deed, There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, A whisper'd word may touch the heart, A look of love bid sin depart, No act falls fruitless; none can tell Work on, despair not; bring thy mite, God is with all that serve the Right, 113 IT is hard to work for God, To rise and take his part He hides himself so wondrously, O blest is he to whom is given The instinct that can tell That God is on the field, when he Is most invisible ! And blest is he who can divine Where real right doth lie, And dares to take the side that seems Unsafe to human eye! |