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* Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus.'
With all thy might;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Run the straight race
Through God's good grace,
Life with its path before us lies;
Cast care aside;
Upon thy Guide
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its life, and Christ its love. 4
Faint not, nor fear;
His arm is near;
Only believe, and thou shalt see
Arr. by A. S. SULLIVAN.
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• He died for all, that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves,
but unto Him which died for them.'
Thy glory I might know :
Long years were spent for me;
P Have I spent one for Thee ?
mp 3 Thy Father's home of light,
Thy rainbow-circled throne, P What have I given for Thee ?
Were left for earthly night, mp 2 Long years were spent for me
For wanderings sad and lone:
Yea, all was left for me;
P Have I left aught for Thee ?
PP 4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me
mf 5. And Thou hast brought to me
Down from Thy home above
Salvation full and free,
Thy pardon and Thy love:
Great gifts Thou broughtest me;
What have I brought to Thee?
My years for Thee be spent,
And joy with suffering blent:
I give myself to Thee.
Work: for I am with you, saith the Lord of hosts.' mp IT is hard to work for God,
5 Thrice blest is he to whom is To rise and take His part
The instinct that can tell
That God is on the field when He 2 He hides Himself so wondrously,
Is most invisible.
And learn to lose with God;
For Jesus won the world through
And beckons thee His road.
mf 7 For right is right, since God is mf 4 Workman of God! O lose not heart,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
* Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields ; for they are white already to harvest.' mf MOME, labour on:
Come, labour on:
Who dares stand idle on the Claim the high calling angels cannot share; harvest plain,
(grain, To young and old the joyful tidings bear; While all around him waves the golden Redeem the time: (mp) its hours too swiftly And to each servant does the Master say,
The night draws nigh.
His righteous will.
Come, labour on:
Servants, well done.'
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O Lord, with Thee !