Poetry: Why Stand Ye Here All The Day Idle?

Why stand ye hero all theday die.?" - Matt. xx. 6. ChristianB ! is tliore nought for you ín your Master's cause to do? Do ye blush to own his name, Who for you endured the shamo And the anguish of the Cross? Do ye ehrink from the pain an loes] Why stand ye idle here? Cast abroad your home hound-sight, Lo! the harvest íielda are white; Rich the iiire, the lab'rors few, Hatb the Lord no need of you? You, for whom life's palli he trod] You the purchase of his blood! Why stand, ye id lo hereí What though ruürh'ts bright hours are .flsfl, And upon your weary head, Flercely potara ll:e noon-tide ray - jEiaste ere noon hath pasaed avay; Nov tlie beat and burden bear, And .he glorioue guerdon sharo. Why stand yo dio heieí Noon, end are its golden houra Wiínesses of tvastod poïversi Lovv declines the evening sun, Nighf. and darkne3s drawetb or.; Now improve llie ling'ring roy. ¦Vork wbilo yet 't'13 called to-tíoy, Why stand ye idle ht re? Toill if ya wouid gain tho priza "Which before the faithful hes; Faint not though tbs way be long .Sooii thou'it sing the conq'ror'n song, Slumber uot, bul vvatcb and pray, Jíighi may closo around your wny SrVhi.le ye stand idle heref!