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! 234 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, : To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled? :|| 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, 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. 235 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, 9:3 -64 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. 236 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. 923 -5-2 D. C. Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flow'd. 2 Could my tears forever flow, 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, 5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 6 O thou, by whom we come to God, 239 Prayer is the Breath of God. Oh, what peace we oft-en for - feit, Oh, what needless pain we bear, 2 Have we trials and temptations? Take it to the Lord in prayer. 241 3 Are we weak and heavy laden, In his arms he'll take and shield thee; 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. 242 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; } Sun and moon and stars de-cay; Time shall soon this earth re-move; Rise, my soul, and haste a - way To seats pre-pared a bove. 243 John Burton. Time is Winging Us Away. Tune above. I Time is winging us away 2 Time is winging us away |