389.

4. Where'er Thou sendest we will go,
Nor any question ask,

And what Thou biddest we will do,
Whatever be the task.

5. Our skill of hand, and strength of limb,
Are not our own, but Thine;
We link them to the work of Him
Who made all life divine !

6. Our Brother-Friend, Thy holy Son,
Shared all our lot and strife;
And nobly will our work be done,
If moulded by His life.

I.

Guiding Light.

T. W. Freckelton.

LORD, give me light to do Thy work,
For only, Lord, from Thee

Can come the light, by which these eyes,
The work of truth can see.

2. The way is narrow, often dark,

With lights and shadows strewn,
I wander oft, and think it Thine,
When walking in my own.

3. Yet pleasant is the work for Thee,
And pleasant is the way,

But, Lord, the world is dark, and I
Am prone to go astray.

4. O send me light to do Thy work,
More light, more wisdom give;
Then shall I work Thy work indeed,
While on Thine earth I live.

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
Be well and truly done.

Horatius Bonar.

390.

I.

Flowers without Fruit.

1. PRUNE thou thy words, thy thoughts coatrol
That o'er thee swell and throng:

They will condense within thy soul,
And change to purpose strong.

2. But he who lets his feelings run
In soft luxurious flow,

Shrinks when hard service must be done,
And faints at every woe.

3. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears,
Where hearts and wills are weighed,
Than brightest transports, choicest prayers,
Which bloom their hour, and fade.

391.

Building on the Rock.

C. M.

J. H. Newman.

I. SAVIOUR and Master,
These sayings of Thine,

Help me to make them

Doings of mine ;
Words that like beams

Of humanity shine,
By them let me build up
The holy, divine.

2. Not on the sand, Lord!

O not on the sand;

Irregular.

392.

I.

On the rock, on the rock,
Let my heritage stand.
Beyond the floods raging,

Beyond the rude storm,
Where the rain cannot injure,
Nor lightning deform.

3. Not on the sand, Lord!
O not on the sand:

On the rock, on the rock,
Let my heritage stand.
Saviour and Master,

These sayings of Thine,
Help me to make them

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,
More labourers for the Lord."

2. We hear the call; in dreams no more
In selfish ease we lie,

But girded for our Father's work,
Go forth beneath His sky.

3. Where prophets' work and martyrs' blood,
And prayers of saints were sown,

We, to their labours entering in,

Would reap where they have strewn.

4. O Thou, whose call our hearts has stirred,
To do Thy will we come;

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,
Beholds the end of what is sown :

The harvest time is hid with Him.

2. Yet unforgotten where it lies,

Though seeming on the desert cast,
The seed of generous sacrifice

Shall rise with bloom and fruit at last.

3. And he who blesses most is blest;

For God and man shall own his worth,
Who toils to leave as his bequest

An added beauty to the earth.

394.

I.

Follow Me.

CHRIST! lead on;
I'll follow Thee,

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,
Thy presence hath
A light to shed.

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;
Thy best of life

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,
Still guided by Thy faithful word,—
Our staff, our buckler, and our sword,—
We follow Thee.

2. In silence of the lonely night,

8.8.8.4.

In the full glow of day's clear light,
Through life's strange wanderings, dark or bright,
We follow Thee.

3. Strengthened by Thee we forward go,
'Mid smile or scoff of friend or foe,
Through pain or ease, through joy or woe;
We follow Thee.

4. O Master, point Thou out the way,
Nor suffer Thou our steps to stray;
Then in that path that leads to day,
We follow Thee.