389. 4. Where'er Thou sendest we will go, And what Thou biddest we will do, 5. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb, 6. Our Brother-Friend, Thy holy Son, I. Guiding Light. T. W. Freckelton. LORD, give me light to do Thy work, Can come the light, by which these eyes, 2. The way is narrow, often dark, With lights and shadows strewn, 3. Yet pleasant is the work for Thee, But, Lord, the world is dark, and I 4. O send me light to do Thy work, C.M. 5. The work is Thine, not mine, O Lord, It is Thy race we run; Give light, and then shall all I do Horatius Bonar. 390. I. Flowers without Fruit. 1. PRUNE thou thy words, thy thoughts coatrol They will condense within thy soul, 2. But he who lets his feelings run Shrinks when hard service must be done, 3. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, 391. Building on the Rock. C. M. J. H. Newman. I. SAVIOUR and Master, Help me to make them Doings of mine ; Of humanity shine, 2. Not on the sand, Lord! O not on the sand; Irregular. 392. I. On the rock, on the rock, Beyond the rude storm, 3. Not on the sand, Lord! On the rock, on the rock, These sayings of Thine, Doings of mine. The Labourers are Few. E. Paxton Hood. OH, still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word, "More reapers for white harvest fields, 2. We hear the call; in dreams no more But girded for our Father's work, 3. Where prophets' work and martyrs' blood, We, to their labours entering in, Would reap where they have strewn. 4. O Thou, whose call our hearts has stirred, Thrust in our sickles at Thy word, And bear our harvest home. C. M. S. Longfellow. 393. I. The Reward of Toil. NOW is the seed-time; God alone, Beyond our vision weak and dim, The harvest time is hid with Him. 2. Yet unforgotten where it lies, Though seeming on the desert cast, Shall rise with bloom and fruit at last. 3. And he who blesses most is blest; For God and man shall own his worth, An added beauty to the earth. 394. I. Follow Me. CHRIST! lead on; Though, daylight gone, I cannot see. 2. Let me but hear Thy voice so sweet, Then I'll not fear Whate'er I meet. 3. On every path That I must tread, 4. Draw Thou my heart Into Thy way, Where'er Thou art Is always day. L.M. J. G. Whittier. 4s. 5. Subdue my strife To Thy pure will; In me fulfil. 6. O Love Divine, True love's desire! Within me shine, My soul inspire, 7. That I may rise, By Thee made strong, O'er all that dies, And sing love's song. James Bell. 395. We Follow Thee. I. THROUGH good report and evil, Lord, 2. In silence of the lonely night, 8.8.8.4. In the full glow of day's clear light, 3. Strengthened by Thee we forward go, 4. O Master, point Thou out the way, |