EDINBURGH. 7, 6, 5, 4. CHORUS. REV. ROBERT Lowry. 572 One more day's work for Jesus. 1 ONE more day's work for Jesus, But heaven is nearer, Than yesterday, to me; Fill all my soul to-night. One more day's work for Jesus, etc. To show the glory, Where Christ's flock enter in! In this poor heart of mine! 3 One more day's work for Jesus! O yes, a weary day; But heaven shines clearer 4 O blessed work for Jesus! There toil seems pleasure, My wants are treasure, And pain for him is sweet. Lord, if I may, I'll serve another day! ANNA B. WARNER. [C. P. M. Tune, Meribah. Page 358.,. 573 For the head of a family. 1 I AND my house will serve the Lord, But first, obedient to his word I must myself appear; By actions, words, and tempers, show That I my heavenly Master know, And serve with heart sincere. 2 I must the fair example set; 3 Easy to be entreated, mild, 4 Lord, if thou didst the wish infuse, A vessel fitted for thy use Into thy hands receive: Work in me both to will and do; And show them how believers true, And real Christians, live. CHARLES WESLE. BOYLSTON. S. M. LOWELL MASON. 574 For watchfulness. 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, O may it all my powers engage, 2 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare, 4 strict account to give. Help me to watch and pray, CHARLES WESLEY. 575 Sow beside all waters. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed; At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, 2 Thou know'st not which shall thrive, 3 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 4 Thou canst not toil in vain: 5 Then, when the glorious end, The angel reapers shall descend, 576 JAMES MONTGOMERY, Make haste to live. 1 MAKE haste, O man, to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like the breeze: How swift its moments fly! 2 Make haste, O man, to do Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 3 Up, then, with speed, and work; O sleep not, dream not, but arise, Doxology. HORATIUS BONAR To God, the Father, Son, And Spirit, One in Three, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall forever be. JOHN WESLEY, LEIGHTON. S. M. HENRY WELLINGTON GREATOREX. 577 Victory on the Lord's side. 1 ARISE, ye saints, arise! The Lord our Leader is; The foe before his banner flies, 2 We follow thee, our Guide, Our Saviour, and our King; We follow thee, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal spring. 3 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, 4 This hope supports us here; 'Twill serve our drooping hearts to cheer, And ever with our Leader rest, 1 LET us keep steadfast guard With lighted hearts all night, That when Christ comes, we stand pre pared, And meet him with delight. 2 At midnight's season chill Lay Paul and Silas bound,— Bound, and in prison sang they still, And singing, freedom found. 3 Our prison is this earth, And yet we sing to thee: Break sin's strong fetters, lead us forth, Set us, believing, free! 4 Meet for thy realm in heaven, That through the ages it be given BREVIARY. LABAN. S. M. LOWELL MASON. 581 Perseverance. 1 My soul, be on thy guard; The hosts of sin are pressing hard 2 O watch, and fight, and pray; 3 Ne'er think the victory won, The work of faith will not be done, 4 Fight on, my soul, till death GEORGE HEATH. 582 The standard of the cross. Your arms and hearts prepare; 2 See on the mountain-top All stained with hallowed blood. His standard-bearer, I To all the nations call: Let all to Jesus' cross draw nigh; He bore the cross for all. 2 Through much distress and pain,' Through many a conflict here, Through blood, ye must the entrance gain, Yet, O disdain to fear: "Courage!" your Captain cries, Who all your toil foreknew; "Toil ye shall have, yet all despise; I have o'ercome for you." 3 The world cannot withstand Its ancient Conqueror; The world must sink beneath the hand Which arms us for the war: This is the victory, Before our faith they fall; Jesus hath died for you and me; CHARLES WESLEY REV. WILLIAM JONES. CLAPTON. S. M. 584 Weigh not thy life. 2 With prayer and crying strong, 3 The battle soon will yield, For strong as is the hostile shield, Thy sword is stronger still. 4 Thine armor is divine, Thy feet with victory shod; And on thy head shall quickly shine The diadem of God. 4 The apostles of my Lord, To whom it first was given, They could not speak a greater word, Nor all the saints in heaven. CHARLES WESLEY. 586 The mind that was in Christ. 1 EQUIP me for the war, And teach my hands to fight; My simple, upright heart prepare, And guide my words aright. 2 Control my every thought, My whole of sin remove; Let all my works in thee be wrought, 3 0 arm me with the mind, 4 With calm and tempered zeal 5 0 may I love like thee; But nothing thou hast made. 6 O may I learn the art, With meekness to reprove; CHARLES WESLEY. |