By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s.
      1 ARE there not in the labourer's day
      Twelve hours, in which he safely may
      His calling's work pursue?
      Though sin and Satan still are near,
      Nor sin nor Satan can I fear,
      With Jesus in my view.

      2 Not all the powers of hell can fright
      A soul that walks with Christ in light,
      He walks and cannot fall;
      Clearly he sees, and wins his way,
      Shining unto the perfect day,
      And more than conquers all.

      3 Light of the world, thy beams I bless;
      On thee, bright Sun of righteousness,
      My faith hath fixed its eye;
      Guided by thee, through all I go,
      Nor fear the ruin spread below,
      For thou art always nigh.

      4 Ten thousand snares my path beset;
      Yet will I, Lord, the work complete
      Which thou to me hast given;
      Regardless of the pains I feel,
      Close by the gates of death and hell,
      I urge my way to heaven.

      5 Still will I strive, and labour still,
      With humble zeal to do thy will,
      And trust in thy defence:
      My soul into thy hands I give;
      And, if he can obtain thy leave,
      Let Satan pluck me thence!