Go, Labor on, While it is Day.

Speed, speed thy work,-cast sloth away! It is not thus that souls are won. Take up the torch and wave it wide-The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. Go forth in-to the world's highway;Com-pel the wanderer to come in. Yet fal-ter not; the prize you seek Is near,-a king-dom and a crown!

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1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,-

: To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled? :||

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid;

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

I: Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand. :||

3 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,

I will not- I will not desert to his foes;

That soul-though all hell should endeavor to shake, : I'll never- no never- no never forsake.":||

Lord, How Secure.

Tune-WIMBORNE. No. 232.

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Sun of My Soul.

JOHN KEBLE.

Tune:-HURSLEY. L. M.

4

1. Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eye-lids

2.

thou be near:

gen - tly steep,

3. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I can - not live; 4. If some poor wand'ring child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine,

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O may no earth-born cloud a- rise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. Be my last tho't,how sweet to rest For ever on my Savior's breast. A-bide with me when night is nigh,For with-out thee I dare not die. Now, Lord,the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin.

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Rock of Ages.

Tune:-TOPLADY. 7s.

A. M. TOPLADY.

FINE.

1. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide my self in thee: D. C.-Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure.

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D. C.

Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flow'd.

2 Could my tears forever flow,
Could my zeal no languor know,
These for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone:
In my hand no price I bring,

3 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold thee on thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Oh, what peace we oft-en for - feit, Oh, what needless pain we bear,

2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

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3 Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge,
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer,

In his arms he'll take and shield thee;
Thou wilt find a solace there.

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.

ISAAC WATTS.

Tune:-EUCHARIST. L. M.

1. When I survey the wondrous cross,On which the Prince of glo-ry died, 2. For-bid it, Lord,that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God; 3. See,from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small;

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross.

My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
All the vain things that charm me most, I sac-ri-fice them to his blood.
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Love so a-maz-ing, so divine, De-mands my soul, my life my all.

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ROBERT SEAGRAVE.

Rise, My Soul.

Tune:-AMSTERDAM. 7s & 6s D.

I.

2.

{Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. Thy better por- tion trace; Rise from transitory things, T'ward heav'n,thy native place.

{Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course.

Fire ascend-ing seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source;

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Sun and moon and stars de-cay; Time shall soon this earth re-move;
So a soul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face,

Rise, my soul, and haste a - way To seats pre-pared a bove.
Upward tends to his a - bode, To rest in his embrace.

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John Burton.

Time is Winging Us Away.

Tune above.

I Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb:
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon will be

2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb:
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above;
Far beyond the world's alloy,