Be Not Weary

“Let us not be weary in well doing;
for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not”
[Galatians 6:9]

Be not weary in well-doing –
every task divinely set
Has its counter part of promise –
God will not His Word forget!

Though thou may’st be sorely tried,
Every need shall be supplied.

Be not weary in well-doing –
While the world is doing ill;
While the hosts of sin and Satan
Toil with fiendish strength and skill.

Forward hasten to the fight,
God will furnish thee with might.

Be not weary in well-doing –
Though thy labours seem in vain;
Heed not aught that would dishearten,
Sow in faith the golden grain.

God will His sure promise keep –
In due Season thou shalt reap!

Be not weary in well-doing –
Pilgrim on thy Homeward way;
‘Mid the throng that journey with thee,
Scatter kindness day by day.

Cease not till thy task is done,
And thy Lord’s “Well done” is won.

A Worldly Church revived

Our pastor is wise, strong and limber
In God’s hands – a bender of human timber;

He showed us how to give without bazaars
Convinced men they could live without cigars.

Proved we could pay all obligations
without begging from friends and relations.

Claimed that to keep God’s work advancing,
there’ll be no place for cards and dancing.

Allows no pot-luck suppers or candy sales –
Insists on our fitness for the altar rail;

No pews will be rented where he presides,
But runs God’s house as Christ prescribes.

Some folks thought a church could not run
without raising money by improvised fun

that would pry us loose from our savings
to gratify our inward cravings.

A few women prayed, believed and worked;
Most of the men doubted and shirked

until, man-like, they thought things o’er;
Then forth they came with faith unknown before.

Now another year has almost ended;
Reports of good work and funds expended,

indicate that we’ll have the means to pay
for Gospel tracts to win more souls every day;

And He’s blessed the saints with sweet communion.

“For the kingdom of God is not meat and drink; but righteousness, and peace, and joy in the Holy Ghost. For he that in these things serveth Christ is acceptable to God and approved of men.” [Romans 14:17-18]

Thou Dist Leave Thy Throne

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown

when Thou camest to earth for me
but in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room
for Thy holy nativity.

Heaven’s arches rang when the angels sang,
proclaiming Thy royal degree;
but of lowly birth didst Thou come to earth,
and in great humility.

The foxes found rest, and the birds their nest
in the shade of the forest tree;
but Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,
in the deserts of Galilee.

Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word
that should set Thy people free
but with mocking scorn and with crown of thorn
they bore Thee to Calvary.

When the heav’ns shall ring and the angels sing
at Thy coming to victory,
Let Thy voice call me home, saying, “Yet there is room-
there is room at My side for thee,

“My heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,
when thou comest and callest for me!
Refrain: O Come to my heart, Lord Jesus –
there is room in my heart for Thee!

– Emily E. S. Elliott, 1836-1897

Prayer Is The Soul’s Sincere Desire

“Men ought always to pray, and not to faint.”
[Luke 18:1]

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
     uttered or unexpressed,
the motion of the hidden fire,
     that trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
     the falling of a tear,
the upward glancing of an eye,
     when none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
     that infant lips can pray;
prayer, the sublimest strains that reach
     the Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
     the Christian’s native air;
his watchword at the gates of death:
     He enters heav’n with prayer.

O thou by whom we come to God,
     the Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself has trod:
     Lord, teach us how to pray!

          – James Montgomery, 1771-1854

I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Come unto me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast.

I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold, I freely give
The living water; thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink, and live.

I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.

I heard the voice of Jesus say,
I am this dark world’s light;
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright.

I looked to Jesus, and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I’ll walk
Till traveling days are done.

– Horatius Bonar, 1846