Come, for love waxes cold, Its steps are faint and slow; Faith now is lost in unbelief, Hope’s lamp burns dim and low. Come, for the corn is ripe; Put in Thy sickle now, Reap the great harvest of the earth, Sower and reaper Thou! Come, and make all things new, Build up this ruined earth; Restore our faded Paradise, Creation’s second birth. Come, and begin Thy reign Of everlasting peace; Come, take the kingdom to Thyself, Great King of righteousness.[200] Fewer and less easily adapted to congregational use are the sacred songs of Dr. George Matheson, whose best-known hymn is probably the most widely appreciated of any written in the last quarter of a century. It must be familiar to most readers, but as it is not found in the _Methodist Hymn-book_, I give it here— O Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul on Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to Thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day May brighter, fairer be. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee; I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. Very different are his verses on Brotherhood, which are not on the ordinary lines of a hymn, but make an excellent song for a gathering of working-men, for a temperance meeting, or for ‘united’ gatherings of many kinds. It is at least thoroughly modern. Come, let us raise the common song— Day’s beams are breaking; Shadows have parted hearts too long, Light in the east is waking. Come, let us clasp united hands— Love’s rays are falling; Sea too long divides the lands, Kindred claims are calling. Come, let us lift a common prayer— One hope combines us; We are made hard by selfish care, Mutual grief refines us. Come, let us lift our brother’s load— Christ’s cross is o’er us; Ours shall fall upon the road When Heaven’s is seen before us. Come, let us win our brother’s love; Love’s warm revealing Melts the ice that will not move By the frost’s congealing. Come, let us lift our brother’s stain; Hope’s power shall cherish Dreams of daysprings not in vain Wherein the spot shall perish.