2 Timothy 2:14-19

• [2Ti 2:15] To The Work

  To the work! To the work! We are servants of God; Let us follow the path that our Master has trod; With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew, Let us do with our might what our hands find to do. Refrain Toiling on, toiling on, Toiling on, toiling on, Let us hope and trust, Let us watch and pray, And labor till the Master comes. To the work! To the work! Let the hungry be fed; To the fountain of life let the weary be led; In the cross and its banner our glory shall be, While we herald the tidings, “Salvation is free!” Refrain To the work! To the work! There is labor for all; For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fall; And the love of our Father exalted shall be, In the loud swelling chorus, “Salvation is free!” Refrain To the work! To the work! In the strength of the Lord, And a robe and a crown shall our labor reward, When the home of the faithful our dwelling shall be, And we shout with the ransomed, “Salvation is free!” Refrain

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• [2Ti 2:15] Workman Of God

  Workman of God! O lose not heart, But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battlefield Thou shalt know where to strike. Thrice blest is he to whom is giv’n 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 Wrong to man’s blindfold eye. Then learn to scorn the praise of men, And learn to lose with God; For Jesus won the world through shame, And beckons thee His road. For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin.

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• [2Ti 2:19] King Of Saints, To Whom The Number

  King of saints, to Whom the number Of Thy starry host is known, Many a name, by man forgotten, Lives forever round Thy throne; Lights, which earth-born mists have darkened, There are shining full and clear, Princes in the court of Heaven, Nameless, unremembered here. In the roll of Thine apostles One there stands, Bartholomew, He for whom today we offer, Year by year, our praises due; How he toiled for Thee and suffered None on earth can now record; All his saintly life is hidden In the knowledge of his Lord. Was it he, beneath the fig tree Seen of Thee, and guileless found; He who saw the good he longed for Rise from Nazareth’s barren ground; He who met his risen Master On the shore of Galilee; He to whom the word was spoken, “Greater things thou yet shall see”? None can tell us; all is written In the Lamb’s great book of life, All the faith, and prayer, and patience, All the toiling, and the strife; There are told Thy hidden treasures; Number us, O Lord, with them, When Thou makest up the jewels Of Thy living diadem.

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  source: Cyberhymnal