The Otterbein Hymnal Part 70

411 Rescue the Perishing. P.M.

_Seeking the Lost._

Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying, s.n.a.t.c.h them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Cho.--Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

2 Tho' they are slighting him, Still he is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive.

Plead with them earnestly, Plead with them gently, He will forgive if they only believe.

3 Down in the human heart, Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried which grace can restore.

Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness, Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

4 Rescue the perishing, Duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.

Back to the narrow way Patiently win them; Tell the poor wand'rer a Savior has died.

f.a.n.n.y J. Crosby.

412 While the Days Are Going By. P.M.

_Daily Opportunity._

There are lonely hearts to cherish, While the days are going by; There are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by; If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by.

Ref.--Going by, going by, Going by, going by, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by.

2 There's no time for idle scorning, While the days are going by; Let your face be like the morning, While the days are going by; Oh, the world is full of sighs, Full of sad and weeping eyes; Help your fallen brother rise, While the days are going by.

3 All the loving links that bind us, While the days are going by; One by one we leave behind us, While the days are going by; But the seeds of good we sow Both in shade and shine will grow, And will keep our hearts aglow, While the days are going by.

George Cooper.

413 I Want to Be a Worker. P.M.

_Delight in G.o.d's Work._

I want to be a worker for the Lord, I want to love and trust his holy word; I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord.

Cho.--I will work, I will pray, In the vineyard, in the vineyard of the Lord; I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord.

2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, I want to lead the erring in the way That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, In the kingdom of the Lord.

3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, I want to trust in Jesus' power to save; All who will truly come, shall find a happy home In the kingdom of the Lord.

4 I want to be a worker; help me, Lord, To lead the lost and erring to thy word That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, In the kingdom of the Lord.

Isaiah Baltzell.

414 Seeds of Promise. C.M.

_Seedtime and Harvest._

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, Along the fertile field, For grain will grow from what you sow, And fruitful harvest yield.

CHO--Then day by day along your way, The seeds of promise cast, That ripened grain from hill and plain, Be gathered home at last.

2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, The seed will surely live; Tho' great the cost it is not lost, For G.o.d will fruitage give.

3 The harvest home of G.o.d will come; And after toil and care, With joy untold your sheaves of gold Will all be garnered there.

Jessie H. Brown.

415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M.

_The Christian Journey._

Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

Cho.--We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion, We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of G.o.d.

2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our G.o.d; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.

_Work While it is Day._

Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon; Give ev'ry flying minute, Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies; Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er.

Annie L. Walker.

417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.