It is the way the Mas-ter went; Should not the serv

2 Go, labor on, 'tis not for naught;
Thy 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 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.

5 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.

6 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."

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2 Fill me with faith, that where I do not see
I still may rest all trustful on Thy love,
From fears unchildlike and from doubts set free,
My heart a shrine for peace, that holy dove.

3 Fill me with wisdom from the Source of light,
That I may walk the world unstained
And keep my raiment spotless, pure, and white,
Blameless in act without and thought within.

4 Fill me with power-it only comes from Thee
Who art my soul's salvation and desire-
That in Thy blessed service I may be

Subtle and quick as flame of living fire.

5 Fill me with love, O God, from day to day,
For this can make all bitter things most sweet,
And this can turn the roughest, hardest way
Into a flow'ry sward beneath the feet.

6 For, knowing then Thy great, surpassing love,
Thy love so deep, so high, so wide, so broad,
I shall be filled, like happy saints above,
With all Thy glorious fullness, O my God.

Rev, Charles D. Bell, 1882.