Part 70 (2/2)

Isaiah Baltzell.

414 Seeds of Promise. C.M.

_Seedtime and Harvest._

Oh, scatter seeds of loving deeds, Along the fertile field, For grain will grow from what you sow, And fruitful harvest yield.

CHO--Then day by day along your way, The seeds of promise cast, That ripened grain from hill and plain, Be gathered home at last.

2 Tho' sown in tears the weary years, The seed will surely live; Tho' great the cost it is not lost, For G.o.d will fruitage give.

3 The harvest home of G.o.d will come; And after toil and care, With joy untold your sheaves of gold Will all be garnered there.

Jessie H. Brown.

415 We're Marching to Zion. S.M.

_The Christian Journey._

Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

Cho.--We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion, We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of G.o.d.

2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our G.o.d; But children of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.

4 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

416 Work, for the Night is Coming. P.M.

_Work While it is Day._

Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon; Give ev'ry flying minute, Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more.

3 Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies; Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to s.h.i.+ne no more; Work while the night is dark'ning, When man's work is o'er.

Annie L. Walker.

417 Bringing in the Sheaves. P.M.

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