Who for our darkness gives us light,
And turns to day our deepest night.
2 Praises to him, in grace who came,
To bear our woe, and sin, and shame;
Who lived to die, who died to rise,
The God-accepted sacrifice.
3 Praises to him the chain who broke,
Opened the prison, burst the yoke,
Sent forth its captives glad and free,
Heirs of an endless liberty.
4 Praises to him who sheds abroad
Within our hearts the love of God;
The Spirit of all truth and peace,
Fountain of joy and holiness!
5 To Father, Son, and Spirit now
The hands we lift, the knees we bow;
To thee, Jehovah, thus we raise
The sinner's endless song of praise.
Go, labor on; spend, and be spent ;
Thy joy to do the Father's will:
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
2 Go, labor on; 't is not for naught;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not: The Master praises; what are men?
3 Go, labor 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.
4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal, "Behold, I come!"
PRAISE the Saviour, all ye nations!
Praise him, all ye hosts above!
Shout, with joyful acclamations,
His divine victorious love;
Be his kingdom now promoted;
Let the earth her monarch know;
Be my all to him devoted,
Το my Lord my all I owe.
2 With my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word;
While the heralds of salvation,
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends of every station
Gladly join to spread his fame.
Он praise our God to-day,
His constant mercy bless,
Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.
2 His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear;
His grace alone inspires our hearts,
Each other's load to share.
3 Oh, happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,
To sweeten many a cup of
By deeds of holy love!
4 Lord! may it be our choice This blessed rule to keep,
"Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep." 5 God of the widow, hear; Our work of mercy bless; God of the fatherless, be near, And grant us good success.
HE that goeth forth with weeping,
Bearing precious seed in love,
Never tiring, never sleeping,
Findeth mercy from above:
Soft descend the dews of heaven,
Bright the rays celestial shine;
Precious fruits will thus be given,
Through an influence all divine.
2 Sow thy seed, be never weary,
Let no fears thy soul annoy;
Be the prospect ne'er so dreary,
Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy:
Lo! the scene of verdure brightening,
See the rising grain appear!
Look again; the fields are whitening,
For the harvest time is near.
O LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea!
To thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to thee,
Who givest all, who givest all?
2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare;
When harvests ripen, thou art there,
Who givest all, who givest all.
3 For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all, who givest all.
4 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord! be given,
Who givest all, who givest all?
5 We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have, as treasures without end,
Whatever, Lord! to thee we lend,
Who givest all, who givest all.
6 Whatever, Lord! we lend to thee,
Repaid a thousandfold will be;
Then gladly will we give to thee,
Who givest all, who givest all.
Go forward, christian soldier,
Beneath his banner true;
The Lord himself, thy leader,
Shall all thy foes subdue.
His love foretells thy trials,
He knows thine hourly need;
He can, with bread of heaven,
Thy fainting spirit feed.
2 Go forward, christian soldier,
Fear not the secret foe;
Far more are o'er thee watching
Than human eyes can know.
Trust only Christ, thy captain,
Cease not to watch and pray;
Heed not the treacherous voices,
That lure thy soul astray.
3 Go forward, christian soldier,
Nor dream of peaceful rest,
Till Satan's host is vanquished
And heaven is all possest;
Till Christ himself shall call thee
To lay thine armor by,
And wear, in endless glory,
The crown of victory.
4 Go forward, christian soldier,
Fear not the gathering night;
The Lord has been thy shelter,
The Lord will be thy light;
When morn his face revealeth,
Thy dangers all are past;
Oh, pray that faith and virtue
May keep thee to the last.
HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy perfect will;
Each other's burdens learn to bear,
And thus thy law of love fulfill.
2 He that hath pity on the poor,
Lendeth his substance to the Lord;
And, lo! his recompense
is sure,
For more than all shall be restored.
3 Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,
As thou hast blest our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A liberal portion to the poor.
4 To thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live;
Freely we have received from thee;
Freely may we rejoice to give.
5 And while we thus obey thy word,
And every call of want relieve,
Oh, may we find it, gracious Lord!
More blest to give than to receive.
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