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YOUR MISSION.
The sigh of love, the sigh of care,
The sad forebodings of despair,
And pride's approach, and slander's sneers,
Sink in the rapid flight of years.
The sad forebodings of despair,
And pride's approach, and slander's sneers,
Sink in the rapid flight of years.
The flight of years—'twill soon be o'er,
When the last pilgrim treads the shore;
When darkness broods across the sun,
And mercy's gracious work is done;
When heaven renewed, and earth restored,
Shout at the presence of their Lord;
Disease and death, and sin and tears,
Shall perish with the flight of years.
When the last pilgrim treads the shore;
When darkness broods across the sun,
And mercy's gracious work is done;
When heaven renewed, and earth restored,
Shout at the presence of their Lord;
Disease and death, and sin and tears,
Shall perish with the flight of years.
Your Mission.
If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet—
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay;
You can lend a hand to help them,
When they launch their boats away.
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet—
You can stand among the sailors,
Anchored yet within the bay;
You can lend a hand to help them,
When they launch their boats away.
If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountains steep and high,
You can stand within the valley
While the multitudes go by;
You can chant in happy measures,
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.
Up the mountains steep and high,
You can stand within the valley
While the multitudes go by;
You can chant in happy measures,
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer,
They will not forget the song.
If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready at command;
If you cannot, toward the needy,
Reach an ever open hand;
You can visit the afflicted,
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple,
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.
Ever ready at command;
If you cannot, toward the needy,
Reach an ever open hand;
You can visit the afflicted,
O'er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple,
Sitting at the Saviour's feet.