2 Be thou ready when thy brother Bows in dark affliction's shade; Be thou ready when thy sister Needs thy kindness and thy aid; Let thine arm sustain and cheer them, They have claims upon us all,And thy deeds, like morning sunlight, On their weary hearts shall fall. 3 Be thou ready when the erring 4 Be thou ready for the morrow, When delight shall please no more; And the charm of song is o'er; 1 S. M. 423. Call to Christian Duties. MRS. SIGOURNEY. LABORERS of Christ, arise, The dew of promise from the skies 2 Go where the sick recline, Where mourning hearts deplore; 3 Urge, with a tender zeal, 4 Where peaceful congregations kneel, So shall you share the wealth S. M. 424. MONTGOMERY. Sow thy Seed everywhere. 1 Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, 2 The good, the fruitful ground, O'er hill, and dale, and plain 't is found; Go forth, then, everywhere! And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Then, when the glorious end, up BARBAULD. 1 AWAKE, my soul! lift 2 Here giant Danger threatening stands, 3 See where rebellious passions rage, Has thousands and ten thousands slain. 4 Thou treadst upon enchanted ground; 5 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 6 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell: The Man of Calvary triumphed here; Why should his faithful followers fear? 1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 2 The want of sight she well supplies; 3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 4 So Abraham, by divine command, "Why stand ye here all the day idle?" 1 THE God of glory walks his round, From day to day, from year to year, And warns us each, with awful sound, "No longer stand ye idle here!" 2 "Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Waste not of hope the morning light! Ah, fools! why stand ye idle here? 3" And ye, whose locks of scanty gray 4 O Thou, by all thy works adored, And grant us grace to please thee here! Forth with your leader, to partake 2 Ye must not idly stand, His sacred voice who hear; 3 Naught doth the world afford, 4 Awake, ye sons of light! |