  The moments we give to Our Brother, Must ever be moments well spent, The riches bestowed on another Are riches the Father has lent, Be ready to tell the Old Story So potent new life to infuse, In seeking to live to His glory Go on in the paths He would choose. The words we are leaving unspoken Might welcome a soul to the light, The bondage of Satan once broken How all the dark places grow bright. The fruitage of prayer is a blessing, It never is offered in vain, The truth we are gladly confessing Will grandly Love’s purpose maintain. The talents devoted to Jesus Are talents the wisest improve. Imprisoned, believing, He frees us: While sin runs along in a groove. Our standard no foeman can alter, Lo, faith bears us up as on wings. None born of The Spirit may falter, For fair is the promise He brings. Be instant in trusting and giving. Man cannot in justice withhold, Those tithes that belong to right living; Be earnest, and steadfast, and bold. In fullness of time of His kindness The Saviour is coming once more, He pities the world in its blindness And enters each wide open door. On hearts that delight in obeying His wishes, ’tis safe to repose, The tribute we daily are paying No hand but our Lord’s shall disclose, By service He joys in expecting A blessed approval is won. The Christian succeeds when electing To strive for the final “Well done! |
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