E. S. Lorenz.

421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning?  P.M.

Waiting His Coming.

Are you Christ’s light bearer? 
Of his joy a sharer? 
Is this dark world fairer
  For your cheering ray? 
Is your beacon lighted,
Guiding souls benighted
  To the land of perfect day?

Cho.—­Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? 
        Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? 
      Are you ever waiting
      For your Lord’s returning? 
        Are you watching day by day?

2 Is your heart warm glowing,
With his love o’erflowing,
And his goodness showing
  More and more each day? 
Are you pressing onward,
With Christ’s faithful vanguard,
  In the safe and narrow way?

3 Keep your altars burning,
Wait your Lord’s returning,
While your heart’s deep yearning
  Draws him ever near;
With his radiance splendid
Shall your light be blended
  When his glory shall appear?

     Priscilla J. Owens.

422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching?  P.M.

Faithfulness.

When Jesus comes to reward his servants,
  Whether it be noon or night,
Faithful to him will he find us watching,
  With our lamps all trimmed and bright?

Ref.—­Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? 
        Ready for the soul’s bright home? 
      Say, will he find you and me still watching,
        Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come?

2 If at the dawn of the early morning,
  He shall call us one by one,
When to the Lord we restore our talents,
  Will he answer thee—­Well done?

3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? 
  Do we seek to do our best? 
If in our hearts there is naught condemns us,
  We shall have a glorious rest.

4 Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching,
  In his glory they shall share;
If he shall come at the dawn or midnight,
  Will he find us watching there?

     Fanny J. Crosby.

423 Laban.  S.M.

Watchfulness and Prayer. (763)

My soul, be on thy guard,
  Ten thousand foes arise: 
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
  To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;
  The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
  And help divine implore.

3 Ne’er think the vict’ry won
  Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
  Till thou obtain thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
  Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
  To his divine abode.

     George Heath, 1806.

424 Laban.  S.M.

The Panoply of God. (761)

Soldiers of Christ! arise,
  And put your armor on,—­
Strong, in the strength which God supplies,
  Through his eternal Son:—­