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[Oft, Lord, I weary in Thy work]
“The spirit indeed is willing, but the
flesh is weak.”—Matt. xxvi. 41.
Oft, Lord, I weary in Thy work,
But of Thy work I do not tire,
Although I toil from dawn till dark,
From matins of the early lark,
Until his even-song expire.
But of Thy work I do not tire,
Although I toil from dawn till dark,
From matins of the early lark,
Until his even-song expire.
Ah! who that tends the altar fire,
Or ministers the incense due,
Or sings Thy praises in the choir,
Or publishes good news, could tire
Of that he loves so well to do?
Or ministers the incense due,
Or sings Thy praises in the choir,
Or publishes good news, could tire
Of that he loves so well to do?
Sweet is the recompense it brings—
The work that with good-will is done;
For all the heart with gladness sings,
And all the fleeting hours have wings,
And all the day is full of sun.
The work that with good-will is done;
For all the heart with gladness sings,
And all the fleeting hours have wings,
And all the day is full of sun.
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And if he labour not in vain,
If souls are by his message stirred,
If he can comfort grief and pain,
Or bring repentant tears like rain
By force of his entreating word,
If souls are by his message stirred,
If he can comfort grief and pain,
Or bring repentant tears like rain
By force of his entreating word,
The hand may weary at its task,
And weary he may drag his feet,
The weary frame may long to bask
In needful rest; but do not ask
The heart to weary of its beat.
And weary he may drag his feet,
The weary frame may long to bask
In needful rest; but do not ask
The heart to weary of its beat.
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