Isaac Watts, 1709.

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The Responsibilities of the Age.

We are living, we are dwelling,
  In a grand and awful time,
In an age on ages telling;
  To be living is sublime.

2 Hark the onset! will ye fold your
  Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? 
Up!  O up! thou drowsy soldier;
  Worlds are charging to the shock.

3 Worlds are charging, heav’n beholding;
  Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazoned cross unfolding,
  On! right onward for the right.

4 On! let all the soul within you
  For the truth’s sake go abroad;
Strike! let ev’ry nerve and sinew
  Tell on ages—­tell for God.

     Bp.  Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840.

409 Triumph.  L.M.

Zeal.—­John 9:4. (1009)

Go, labor on, while it is day;
  The world’s dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work,—­cast sloth away! 
  It is not thus that souls are won.

2 Men die in darkness at your side,
  Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide—­
  The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.

3 Toil on, faint not;—­keep watch and pray! 
  Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway;
  Compel the wanderer to come in.

4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
  Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
  Is near,—­a kingdom and a crown!

     H. Bonar, 1857.

410 Triumph.  L.M.

Psalm 41. (819)

Blest is the man whose heart doth move,
  And melt with pity to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
  Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

2 His heart contrives, for their relief,
  More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
  Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
  With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
  Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
  God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
  Or take his willing soul to heaven.

     Isaac Watts. 1719.

411 Rescue the Perishing.  P.M.

Seeking the Lost.

Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying,
  Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one,
Lift up the fallen,
  Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Cho.—­Rescue the perishing,
        Care for the dying;
      Jesus is merciful,
        Jesus will save.

2 Tho’ they are slighting him,
Still he is waiting,
  Waiting the penitent child to receive. 
Plead with them earnestly,
Plead with them gently,
  He will forgive if they only believe.