Up And Work Behold The Morning


Up! and work; behold, the morning
Sheds afar its golden ray;
Can you sleep, when souls are dying?
UP! and labor with the day;
God has called, and you have heard Him;
Will you slight His great command?
Will you plead your want of courage
When before His bar you stand?

Do you love the blessed Saviour?
Have you faith in God above?
By a life of self denial
Prove the ardor of your love;
Feed the lambs with hunger pining
In the rugged wilds of sin;
You can find them all around you,
You can help to bring them in.

Not the smallest seed you scatter
From your hand shall fall in vain;
You will see the cloud arising,
God will bring the promised rain;
Be content for Him to labor,
Count it gain to suffer loss;
If you wear a crown of glory,
You must win it by the cross.