4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe. Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. 403 Boylston. S.M. _The Christian's Life-Work._ (798) A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying-soul to save, And fit it for the sky:--- 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill,-- Oh! may it all my powers engage-- To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely; Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. Charles Wesley, 1762. 404 Boylston. S.M. _Sowing and Reaping._ (1014) Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land. 2 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky. 4 Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God, shall come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry "Harvest-home!" James Montgomery, 1825. 405 Boylston. S.M. _Doing Good._ (821) We give thee but thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is thine alone, A trust, O Lord! from thee. 2 O, hearts are bruised and dead, And homes are bare and cold, And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled, Are straying from the fold. 3 To comfort and to bless, To find a balm for woe, To tend the lone and fatherless Is angels' work below. 4 The captive to release, To God the lost to bring, To teach the way of life and peace, It is a Christ-like thing. 5 And we believe thy word, Though dim our faith may be: Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto thee. William Walsham How, 1854. 406 Triumph. L.M. _The Useful Life._ (818) Go, labor on; spend, and be spent,-- Thy joy to do the Father's will; It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still? 2 Go, labor on; 'tis not for naught; Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not, The Master praises;--what are men? 3 Go, labor on; enough, while here, If he shall praise thee, if he deign Thy willing heart to mark and cheer, No toil for him shall be in vain. 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal,--"Behold! I come!" Horatius Bonar, 1857. 407 Just As I am. L.M. _Consistency.--Titus 2: 10-13._ (737) So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Savior God; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.