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4. Thus in deed and thought and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
Learn to live, and learn to die ;-
Like the perfect ones above ;
W. H. Furness.
Dream and Deed.
All that I would but fail to be,
To shame and guide this life of mine.
In my weak days are always two ;
Unless the heart of Christ we share.
Is Christ received, and felt, and known.
Unless the faith of Christ we share.
The iving faith that works by love.
Unless the Cross of Christ we share.
The path that leads us to the skies
Demands love's perfect sacrifice.
Unless the love of Christ we share ;
Thomas L, Harris.
Walking with Christ.
In lowly paths of service free;
And guide them in the homeward way.
Before the taunting Pharisee ;
Who dimly guess that Thou art good.
In closer, dearer company,
The Service of Christ.
C.M. 6 lines.
1. DISMISS me not Thy service, Lord,
But train me for Thy will ;
may fulfil ;
Except to serve Thee still.
As most it pleases Thee ;
He serves in charity ;
Wilt Thou permit to be.
He asks of us to-day ;
Share too His Sonship may :
T. T. Lynch.
The Battle of Truth.
Upholds whate'er hath breath,
Enslaved by sin and death.
2. Set up Thy standard, Lord, that we,
Who claim a heavenly birth,
That vex Thy groaning earth.
3. Ah! would we join that blest array,
And follow in the might
In raiment clean and white !
Poor slaves of lies and sin !
Must first be true within.
5. Then, God of Truth, for whom we long,
Thou who wilt hear our prayer,
And slay the falsehood there.
But God's own truth and love ;
Rest on us from above.
From every lie set free,
Each in his office wait;
And watchful at His gate.
And trim the golden flame;
For awful is His name.
3. Watch ! 'tis your Lord's command ;
And while we speak, He's near;
380. The Servant as the Master.
SPORT of the changeful multitude,
Nor calmly heard, nor understood,
The world requites its prophets still.
For common gifts of daily bread,
Owned not the godlike power of Him.
His wail above Jerusalem ;
Through which His weak disciples slept.
For God's great purpose set apart,
J. G. Whittier.
And earthly fetters free,
Thy servant, Lord, to be!