Let Not Thy Hands Be Slack

Let not thy hands be slack

Live not in vain;

Out on life’s lone­ly track

Men toil in pain.

Play thou a bro­ther’s part

Strength

love and hope im­part;

Bid thou the faint­ing heart

Look up again.

Let not thy hands be slack

Haste to the fray!

Dream not of turn­ing back;

Life is not play!

Gird thou thy ar­mor on

Fight till the bat­tle’s won

Then shall thy Lord’s Well done

More than re­pay!

Let not thy hands be slack

Grip thou thy sword!

Why should’st thou cour­age lack?

Think of the Lord.

Did He not fight for thee?

Stronger than all is He

And He thy strength will be

Rest on His Word.

Let not thy hands be slack

Fear not! be strong!

Cease not to make at­tack

On ev­ery wrong!

Press on for truth and right

Hold high the Gos­pel light

Expel the dirge of night

With Heav­en’s song!

Let not thy hands be slack

The days fly fast.

Lost mo­ments come not back

From the dark past.

Then be not slack of hand!

Help thou the weak to stand!

To God and fa­ther­land

Give all thou hast!