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* Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus.'
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NIGHT the good fight

With all thy might;
Christ is thy strength, and Christ thy right.

Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.

Run the straight race

Through God's good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;

Life with its path before us lies;
Christ is the way, and Christ the prize.

Cast care aside;

Upon thy Guide
Lean, and His mercy will provide,-

Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove

Christ is its life, and Christ its love. 4

Faint not, nor fear;

His arm is near;
He changeth not, and thou art dear;

Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.

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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 life was given for me,

Thy glory I might know :
Thy blood, O Lord, was shed

Long years were spent for me;
That I might ransomed be,

P Have I spent one for Thee ?
And quickened from the dead:
Thy life was given for me;

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:
In weariness and woe,

Yea, all was left for me;
That through eternity

P Have I left aught for Thee ?

PP 4 Thou, Lord, hast borne for me

mf 5. And Thou hast brought to me
More than my tongue can tell

Down from Thy home above
Of bitterest agony,

Salvation full and free,
To rescue me from hell:

Thy pardon and Thy love:
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Thou sufferedst all for me;

Great gifts Thou broughtest me;
What have I borne for Thee?

mp

What have I brought to Thee?
m 6 ( let my life be given,

My years for Thee be spent,
World-fetters all be riven,

And joy with suffering blent:
mf Thou gav'st Thyself for me;

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

given
Upon this battle-field of earth,

The instinct that can tell
And not sometimes lose heart !

That God is on the field when He 2 He hides Himself so wondrously,

Is most invisible.
As though there were no God; m 6 Then learn to scorn the praise of
He is least seen when all the powers

men,
Of ill are most abroad.

And learn to lose with God;
Ah! God is other than we think;

For Jesus won the world through
His ways are far above,

shame,
Far beyond reason's height, and reached

And beckons thee His road.
Only by childlike love.

mf 7 For right is right, since God is mf 4 Workman of God! O lose not heart,

God,
But learn what God is like,

And right the day must win;
And, in the darkest battle-field,

To doubt would be disloyalty,
Thou shalt know where to strike.

To falter would be sin.

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* Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields ; for they are white already to harvest.' mf MOME, labour on:

Come, labour on:
COWE

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,

fly,
'Go work to-day'?

The night draws nigh.
Come, labour on:
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here;
By hands the feeblest can our God fulfil

His righteous will.
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Come, labour on:
No time for rest till glows the western sky,
d While the long shadows o'er our pathway lie,
And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,

Servants, well done.'
mf 5 Come, labour on :

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The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure;
Blessèd are those who to the end endure;
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,

O Lord, with Thee !

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. men.