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G. Thring, 1823-1903.

ORK is sweet, for God has blest
Honest work with quiet rest;

Rest below, and rest above,

In the mansions of his love,
When the work of life is done,
When the battle's fought and won.

2 Work ye, then, while yet 'tis day,
Work, ye Christians, while ye may;
Work for all that's great and good,
Working for your daily food,
Working whilst the golden hours,

Health, and strength, and youth, are yours.

3 Working not alone for gold,

Not for work that's bought and sold;
Not the work that worketh strife,

But the working of a life;

Careless both of good or ill,
If ye can but do his will.

4. Working ere the day is gone,
Working till your work is done;
Not as traffickers at marts,
But as fitteth honest hearts;
Working till your spirits rest
With the spirits of the blest.

R. Baxter, 1615-91; and R. R. Chope.

Ywho wait at God's right hand,

E holy Angels bright,

Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord's command,
Assist our song,

For else the theme
Too high doth seem
For mortal tongue.

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2 Ye blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold the Saviour's face,
God's praises sound,
As in his light

With sweet delight
Ye do abound.

3 Ye saints, who toil below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what he gives
And praise him still,
Through good or ill,
Who ever lives!

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4. My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above:
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love!
Let all thy days

Till life shall end,
Whate'er he send,
Be filled with praise.

YE

P. Doddridge †, 1702-51.

E servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3

Watch! 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak, he's near;

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Mark the first signal of his hand,

And ready all appear.

O, happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.

5. Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,

And raise that faithful servant's head
Amidst the angelic band.

E watchers and ye holy ones,

YE

Bright Seraphs, Cherubim and Thrones,
Raise the glad strain, Alleluya!

Cry out Dominions, Princedoms, Powers',
Virtues, Archangels, Angels' choirs,

A. R.

Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya!

2 O higher than the Cherubim,
More glorious than the Seraphim,
Lead their praises, Alleluya!
Thou Bearer of the eternal Word,
Most gracious, magnify the Lord,

Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya!

3 Respond, ye souls in endless rest,
Ye Patriarchs and Prophets blest,
Alleluya, Alleluya!

Ye holy Twelve, ye Martyrs strong,
All Saints triumphant, raise the song

Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya!

4. O friends, in gladness let us sing,

Supernal anthems echoing,
Alleluya, Alleluya!

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,

Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya, Alleluya!

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PART VI.

SPECIAL OCCASIONS.

FOR ABSENT FRIENDS.

Isabella S. Stephenson.

TOLY Father, in thy mercy,
Hear our anxious prayer,

Keep our loved ones, now far absent,
'Neath thy care.

2 Jesus, Saviour, let thy presence
Be their light and guide;

Keep, O, keep them, in their weakness,
At thy side.

3 When in sorrow, when in danger,
When in loneliness,

In thy love look down and comfort
Their distress.

4 May the joy of thy salvation
Be their strength and stay;
May they love and may they praise thee
Day by day.

5 Holy Spirit, let thy teaching

Sanctify their life;

Send thy grace, that they may conquer
In the strife.

6. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

God the One in Three,

Bless them, guide them, save them, keep them

Near to thee.

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ALMSGIVING.

Bishop Chr. Wordsworth, 1807-85.

LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea,
To thee all praise and glory be ;
How shall we show our love to thee,

Giver of all ?

2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,

Sweet flowers and fruits, thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, thou art there,
Giver of all!

3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Giver of all !

4 Thou didst not spare thine only Son,
But gav'st him for a world undone,
And freely with that Blessed One

Thou givest all.

5 Thou giv'st the Spirit's blessed dower,
Spirit of life, and love, and power,
And dost his sevenfold graces shower
Upon us all.

6 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
Father, what can to thee be given,

Who givest all?

7 We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,

Who givest all;

8. To thee, from whom we all derive Our life, our gifts, our power to give : O may we ever with thee live,

Giver of all !