199 Where are the Reapers ? "I will say to the reapers: . . . Gather the wheat into my barn."—MATT. xiii. 30. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 199. OH, where are the reapers that garner in The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin? Where are the reapers? Oh, who will come, The sheaves of good from the fields of sin? 2 Go out in the by-ways and search them all; 3 The fields all are ripening, and far and wide 4 So come with your sickles, ye sons of men, 200 What are you going to do, Brother? "To every man his work."-MAKK Xxiii. 34. ΟΙ H, what are you going to do, brother? You have thought of some useful labour, But what is the end in view? You are fresh from the home of your boyhood, And just in the bloom of youth! That flows from the fount of truth? Is your heart in the Saviour's keeping? Remember, He died for you! 2 Will you honour His cause and kingdom, That others your light may see? The frowns of the world to share? Your lot may perhaps be humble, But God has a work for you; 3 Oh, what are you going to do, brother? The vigour and strength of manhood, You are rising in worldly prospects, The smile of your fortune brings. Go, prove that your heart is grateful-The Lord has a work for you; 4 Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Your sun at its noon is high; It shines in meridian splendour, Of honour, of trust, and fame ;— And praise to your Saviour's name? The regions that sit in darkness Are stretching their hands to you; 5 Oh, what are you going to do, brother? Already your locks are silvered, And winter is on your brow. Your talents, your time, your riches, Is better because you live. You are nearing the brink of Jordan, But still there is work for you; Then, what are you going to do, brother? Say, what are you going to do? 201 The Solid Rock. "The Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge."-Ps. xciv. 22. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 201. 202 MY hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, 4 When He shall come with trumpet sound, 203 I believe Thy promise, Lord; Make me all Thine own; In this world alone: Bless my way with light divine, Let Thy glory round me shine; 4 O my Saviour, guard me, Bless me, love me, guide me, Till my work is o'er : May I then, with glad surprise, Chant Thy praise beyond the skies; There with Thee, my Saviour, Dwell for evermore. At the Feet of Jesus. sat at Jesus' feet, and heard His word."-LUKE X. 39. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 203. AT the feet of Jesus, Α1 Listening to His word; From her loving Lord; Mary, led by heavenly grace, Chose the meek disciple's place. At the feet of Jesus Is the place for me, There a humble learner Would I choose to be. 2 At the feet of Jesus, Pouring perfume rare, Mary did her Saviour For the grave prepare; And, from love the "good work" done, At the feet of Jesus Is the place for me, "Mary 3 204 At the feet of Jesus, In that morning hour, Haste with joy to preach the word : At the feet of Jesus, Risen now for me, Dark is the Night. "So He bringeth them unto their desired haven."-Ps. cvii. 30. DARK ARK is the night, and cold the wind is blowing, Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge? Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o'er. With His loving hand to guide, let the clouds above me roll, I can brave the wildest storm, with His glory in my soul, 2 Dark is the night, but cheering is the promise; "The grace of God that bringeth salvation to all men hath appeared."-TITUS ii. II, (Margin.) Salvation, Salvation, The grace of God doth bring ; 2 Ye mourning souls, aloud rejoice; Ye blind, your Saviour see! Ye prisoners, sing with thankful voice: The Lord hath made you free! |