The Otterbein Hymnal Part 69

2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length.

3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky.

4 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of G.o.d, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry "Harvest-home!"

James Montgomery, 1825.

405 Boylston. S.M.

_Doing Good._ (821)

We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord! from thee.

2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, Are straying from the fold.

3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below.

4 The captive to release, To G.o.d the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing.

5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be: Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee.

William Walsham How, 1854.

406 Triumph. L.M.

_The Useful Life._ (818)

Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still?

2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, The Master praises;--what are men?

3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, No toil for him shall be in vain.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!"

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

407 Just As I am. L.M.

_Consistency.--t.i.tus 2: 10-13._ (737)

So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Savior G.o.d; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope,-- The bright appearance of the Lord; And faith stands leaning on his word.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

408 Ess.e.x. 8s & 7s.

_The Responsibilities of the Age._

We are living, we are dwelling, In a grand and awful time, In an age on ages telling; To be living is sublime.

2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?

Up! O up! thou drowsy soldier; Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heav'n beholding; Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now, the blazoned cross unfolding, On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad; Strike! let ev'ry nerve and sinew Tell on ages--tell for G.o.d.

Bp. Arthur Cleveland c.o.xe, 1840.

409 Triumph. L.M.

_Zeal.--John 9:4._ (1009)

Go, labor on, while it is day; The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work,--cast sloth away!

It is not thus that souls are won.

2 Men die in darkness at your side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide-- The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.

3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray!

Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world's highway; Compel the wanderer to come in.

4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak; Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near,--a kingdom and a crown!

H. Bonar, 1857.

410 Triumph. L.M.

_Psalm 41._ (819)

Blest is the man whose heart doth move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

2 His heart contrives, for their relief, More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch, G.o.d will p.r.o.nounce his sins forgiven, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Isaac Watts. 1719.