Matthew 6:28

• [Mat 6:28] Flower Carol

  Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, day is fast reviving, Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving: Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time, Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time. Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure, Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure; All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing, Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing. Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses; Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses: So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival, In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival. Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her; We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her; For, as man this glory sees in th’awakening season, Reason learns the heart’s decrees, hearts are led by reason. Praise the Maker, all ye saints; He with glory girt you, He Who skies and meadows paints fashioned all your virtue; Praise Him, seers, heroes, kings, heralds of perfection; Brothers, praise Him, for He brings all to resurrection!

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• [Mat 6:28] Little Cares Which Fretted Me, The

  The little cares which fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields, above the sea, Among the winds at play; Among the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. The foolish fears of what may come, I cast them all away Among the clover scented grass, Among the new mown hay; Among the hushing of the corn, Where drowsing poppies nod, Ill thoughts can die, and good be born, Out in the fields of God.

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Matthew 21:28

• [Mat 21:28] Go Work In My Vineyard

  “Go work in My vineyard,” there’s plenty to do; The harvest is great and the lab’rers are few; There’s weeding and fencing, and clearing of roots, And plowing, and sowing, and gath’ring of fruits. There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy, All ages and ranks I can fully employ; I’ve sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed; The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led. Refrain Go work, go work, go work in My vineyard; there’s plenty to do; Go work, go work, the harvest is great, and the lab’rers are few. “Go work in My vineyard”; I claim thee as Mine; With blood did I buy thee and all that is thine— Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers, Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours. I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee, The song of archangels— to hang on the tree, In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame, I paid thy full ransom; My purchase I claim Refrain “Go work in My vineyard”; oh, work while ’tis day! The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away, And night’s gloomy shadows are gathering fast; The time for our labor will ever be past. Begin in the morning and toil all the day; Thy strength I’ll supply, and thy wages I’ll pay; And blessèd, thrice blessèd, the diligent few, Who finish the labor I’ve giv’n them to do. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:28] He Set The Task For Me

  Though the work of life be lowly, Let me true and faithful be; This the thought that makes it holy— Christ has set the task for me. Refrain He has set the task for me! He has set the task for me! This the thought that makes it holy— Christ has set the task for me! Hush, O heart, thy wild ambition! Toil, O hands, in service free! Blest indeed is my condition— Christ has set the task for me. Refrain Christ, I know, will not forget me When at length the evening falls; From the place where He has set me I will answer when He calls. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:28] Missionary’s Farewell

  Far away, beyond the sea, Where the fields are bright and fair, There’s a call, a plaintive plea; I must hasten to be there. Refrain Let me go, I cannot stay, ’Tis the Master calling me; Let me go, I must obey; Native land, farewell to thee. Hark! I hear the Master say, “Up, ye reapers! why so slow?” To the vineyard far away, Earthly kindred, let me go. Refrain Just beyond the rolling tide The uplifted hand I see; Lo! the gates are open wide, And the lost are calling me. Refrain Father, mother, sister dear, I must bid you all adieu; Hark! the call is sounding clear, There’s a work for me to do. Refrain Bear me on, thou restless sea, Let the winds the canvas swell; Afric’s shore I long to see, [substitute name of country to suit] Native land, farewell, farewell. Refrain

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• [Mat 21:28] O God, Who Workest Hitherto

  O God, who workest hitherto, Working in all we see, Fain we would be, and bear, and do, As best it pleaseth Thee. The toil of brain, or heart, or hand, Is man’s appointed lot; He who Thy call can understand Will work, and murmur not. Where’er Thou sendest we will go, Nor any question ask, And what Thou biddest we will do, Whatever be the task. Our skill of hand and strength of limb Are not our own, but Thine; We link them to the work of Him Who made all life divine. Our Brother-Friend, Thy holy Son, Shared all our lot and strife; And nobly will our work be done If molded by His life.

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• [Mat 21:28] Work For Us All

  Out where the reapers are toiling Out where they earnestly call, Let us away in the morning, There is a work for us all; Lifting the vines that are drooping, Trying their bloom to renew, Bathing their leaves in a fountain Purer and sweeter than dew. Refrain Out where the reapers are toiling, Out where they earnestly call, Let us away, away in the morning, There is a work for us all. Out where the gleaners are toiling, Patiently, cheerfully still, If we are willing to labor, Here is a place we can fill; Speaking a word to the weary, Helping the weak ones along, Shedding bright sunshine around them, Cheering their hearts with a song. Refrain Out where the sheaves they are binding, Sheaves for the garner above, Go in the Name of the Master, Go in the spirit of love; Hark! He is tenderly saying, “Work in My vineyard today”; Haste, for the summer is waning, Harvest is passing away. Refrain

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