"Other fell into good ground, and brought forth
N the vineyard of our Father
Daily work we find to do;
Scatter'd gleanings we may gather,
Though we are but young and few;
Little clusters
Help to fill the garners too.
2 Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning
While we work, and watch, and pray;
Gathering gladly
Free-will offerings by the way.
3 Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessed story
Of the Gospel o'er the earth,
Telling mortals
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth.
4 Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till-sin's dominion falling-
Christ shall in his kingdom come,
And his children
Reach their everlasting home.
5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavour,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And for ever, and for ever,
We will give the praise to thee;
Alleluia !
Singing, all eternity.
"Write them upon the table of thine heart."
WRITE upon my memory, Lord,
The text and doctrine of thy word;
That I may break thy laws no more,
But love thee better than before.
2 With thoughts of Christ and things divine,
Fill up this sinful heart of mine;
That hoping pardon through his blood,
I may lie down and wake with God.
"He shall feed his flock like a shepherd; he shall
gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them
in his bosom."
AVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need thy tender care;
In thy pleasant pastures feed us;
For our use thy folds prepare;
Blessed Jesus!
Thou hast bought us, thine we are.
2 Thou hast promised to receive us,
Poor and simple though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us;
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Blessed Jesus!
Let us early turn to thee.
3 Early let us seek thy favour,
Early let us learn thy will;
Do thou, Lord, our only Saviour,
With thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus!
Thou hast loved us,-love us still.
"He shall grow up before him as a tender.
HEN Jesus left his Father's throne,.
He chose an humble birth;
Like us, unhonour'd and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
Like him may we be found below,
In wisdom's path of peace;
Like him in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
2 Sweet were his words and kind his look,
When mothers round him press'd;
Their infants in his arms he took,
And on his bosom bless'd.
Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath his watchful eye,
Thus in the circle of his arms
May we for ever lie.
3 When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they pluck'd the palms, and strow'd
Their garments on the ground.
Hosanna our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!
Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.
2 We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains he had to bear,
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
3 He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by his precious blood.
4 There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin,
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
5 O, dearly, dearly has he loved,
And we must love him too,
And trust in his redeeming blood,
And try his works to do.
"Be strong and of a good courage.. .And the Lord,
he it is that doth go before thee."
NWARD, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Christ the royal Master
Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,
See, his banners go.
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before.
2 At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory.
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise.
Onward, &c.
3 Like a mighty army
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.
Onward, &c.
4 Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain;
Gates of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;
We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Onward, &c.
5 Onward, then, ye people,
Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph-song;
Glory, laud, and honour,
Unto Christ the King;
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