Our Loving Service The Son of God goes forth to war, His blood-red banner streams afar; Reginald Heber. Laborers of Christ arise And gird you for the toil! The dew of promise from the skies: Lydia H. Sigourney. The harvest dawn is near, The year delays not long; And he who sows with many a tear, Shall reap with many a song. Sad to his toil he goes, His seed with weeping leaves; But he shall come at twilight's close, And bring his golden sheaves. George Burgess. Blest too is he who can divine Where real right doth lie, And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man's blindfold eye. Frederick W. Faber. Yet all these treasures of thy grace Philip Doddridge. Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die: "Tis thine to save from peril of perdition Let none hear you idly saying, Down in the human heart, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore : Wakened by kindness, Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. Fannie J. Crosby. Go to many a tropic isle In the bosom of the deep, And the oppressed forever weep. Preach the cross of Christ to all, Christ, whose love is full and free. Lead on, O King Eternal, We follow, not with fears; Lead on, O God of might. Ernest W. Shurtleff. Our sword is the spirit of God on high, Our banner, the cross of Calvary, Where prophet's word, and martyr's blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would real where they have strown. O blessed work for Jesus! There toil seems pleasure,, I'll serve another day. Anna B. Warner. How sweet would be their children's fate, If they, like them, could die for thee! Faith of our fathers! holy faith! We will be true to thee till death! Frederick W. Faber. With us when we toil in sadness, Golden harvests shall be won. Edwin H. Nevin. Make haste, O man, to do Whatever must be done; Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, Horatius Bonar. Fling out the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide, Our glory, only in the cross; Our only hope, the crucified! George W. Doane. The trivial round, the common task, We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; Christ for the world we sing; With us the work to share, With us the cross to bear, For Christ our Lord. Samuel Wolcott. Thine is the loom, the forge, the mart, The wealth of land and sea; The worlds of science and of art, John Ellerton. Stand up, stand up for Jesus ! Yet where our duty's task is wrought In unison with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatsoe'er is willed is done. John G. Whittier. Work, for the night is coming, While their bright tints are glowing, Fadeth to shine no more; Work while the night is darkening, When man's work is o'er. Annie L. Walker. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. James Montgomery. Seize your armor, gird it on; See, the strife will soon be done; Then struggle manfully. Jared B. Waterbury. |