Accent these hands to labour.
These hears and love,
And deign with them to hasten
Tay Kingdom from love

2 As aborren in Thy vineyard
Send as out, Christ, to be
Content to bear the burden
Of weary days for Thee;
We ank no other wages,

When Thou shalt call us home,
But to have shared the travail
Which makes Thy kingdom come.

3 Be with us, God the Father,
Be with us, God the Son,
And God the Holy Spirit,
O blessed Three in One!
Make us a Royal Priesthood,
Thee rightly to adore,
And fill us with Thy fulness,
Now and for evermore.

L.M. [N. L. FROTHINGHAM.]

781 What shall I do, Lord?—Acts xxii. 10.

HOU Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand
Hath brought us here before Thy face,

Our spirits wait for Thy command,

Our silent hearts implore Thy peace.

2 Those spirits lay their noblest powers,
As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;

Thine was the strength that nourished ours;
The soldiers of the cross are Thine.

3 And now with hymn and prayer we stand, To give our strength to Thee, great God! We would redeem Thy holy land,

4 Send us where'er Thou wilt, O Lord!
Through rugged toil and wearying fight;
Thy conquering love shall be our sword,
And faith in Thee our truest might.
5 Send down Thy constant aid, we pray;
Be Thy pure angels with us still!
Thy truth shall be our firmest stay;
Our only rest, to do Thy will.

S.M. H. BONAR, after EPHRAEM SYRUS.

782 We are unprofitable servants.—Luke xvii. 10.

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AKE use of me, my God!

MAK

Let me not be forgot

A broken vessel cast aside,
One whom thou needest not.

2 I am Thy creature, Lord;
And made by hands divine;
And I am part, however mean,
Of this great world of Thine.
3 Thou usest all Thy works,
The weakest things that be;
Each has a service of its own,
For all things wait on Thee.

4 All things do serve Thee here,
All creatures great and small;
Make use of me, of me, my God,
The meanest of them all.

S.M. Double.

C. WESLEY.*

783 Glorify God. 1 Corinthians vi. 20.

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CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A soul from death and hell to save,
And fit it for the sky;

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4 O sweet the Father's smile to win!
What joy, dear Lord, to shine with Thee,
Thy precious things to welcome in
And entertain Thy radiancy!

5 But O more sweet for Thee to shine,
To pass Thy smile, Thy blessing on,
To bear about the light divine,

And shine as the dear Saviour shone !

6 Father! still shine on us from heaven,
And make us for Thy glory shine ;
We would not keep one gift ungiven,
We would not hide one beam of Thine.

785

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tr. H. L. LUTHER.

If any man serve Me, let him follow Me, and where I am, there shall also My servant be.John xii. 26.

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OW blessed from the bonds of sin,
And earthly fetters free,

In singleness of heart and aim,
Thy servant, Lord, to be!
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive
With meekness at Thy hand.

2 With willing heart and longing eyes,
To watch before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,
To bear the heavy weight;
No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow calm and still,
For love can easily divine

To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil;

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

2 Arm me with jealous care,
As in Thy sight to live;
And, oh! Thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!

Help me to watch and pray,
And on Thyself rely,

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

BLESSEDNESS OF CHRISTIAN WORK.

L.M.

784 Freely ye have received, freely give.

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Matt. x. 8.

T. H. GILL.

EAR Lord! Thy light Thou dost not hide:

Derhy glory will not stay at home!

With us Thy glory may abide;

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Thy precious things to us may come.
2 But they are given us not to hoard;
Thy light may not be all our own;
Thou meanest not Thy glory, Lord,
To cheer one dwelling-place alone.
3 Thou lightest souls to beam around;
Thou settest them to shine on high ;
Thy children in Thy work abound
And still their Father glorify.