10 IT is hard to work for God, To rise and take His part Upon this battlefield of earth, And not sometimes lose heart! He is least seen when all the powers 2 Ah, God is other than we think; Far beyond reason's height, and reached Workman of God, O lose not heart, Thou shalt know where to strike. 3 Thrice blest is he to whom is given The instinct that can tell That God is on the field when He Is most invisible. Blest too is he who can divine Where real right doth lie, And dares to take the side that seems 4 Then learn to scorn the praise of men, And learn to lose with God; For Jesus won the world through shame, Frederick W. Faber, 1849 Hark! what soundeth is cre - a - tion's Groan-ing for the latter day. A- men. Worlds are charging, heaven beholding; 3 Scaled to blush, to waver never, O for Christ at least be men! For the truth's sake go abroad! Arthur Cleveland Coxe, 1840, arr., Y God, I thank Thee, who hast made 4 For Thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon 1 MY The earth so bright, So full of splendor and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right. Our weak heart clings, Hast given us joys, tender and true, Yet all with wings, So that we see, gleaming on high, 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much A yearning for a deeper peace Not known before. 6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest, Can never find, although they seek, A perfect rest, Nor ever shall, until they lean On Jesus' breast. Adelaide A. Procter, 1858, v. 1, line 1 alt. |