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If, sometimes, whilst through distant lands you roam,
You cast a lingering look toward friends and home,
Think oft'ner, on the high, the blissful state,
The palms, the crowns which for the pilgrim wait.
Should pain assault you, still in God believe;
Should sorrow reach, Oh, think for whom you grieve!
Should want, in lonely climes, your steps pursue,
Dwell on his Name who suffer'd more for you.
Guiding the Gospel-plough, gird up your mind!
Heed not the chaff which you have left behind!
Look forward, courage take, behold the end!
What can your hearts deplore, with God your friend!
You seek not earth's reward, nor man's applause,
You all are champions in your Maker's cause;
And round your arduous path, tho' sad, the while
Crowds of admiring angels watch and smile.
You cast a lingering look toward friends and home,
Think oft'ner, on the high, the blissful state,
The palms, the crowns which for the pilgrim wait.
Should pain assault you, still in God believe;
Should sorrow reach, Oh, think for whom you grieve!
Should want, in lonely climes, your steps pursue,
Dwell on his Name who suffer'd more for you.
Guiding the Gospel-plough, gird up your mind!
Heed not the chaff which you have left behind!
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What can your hearts deplore, with God your friend!
You seek not earth's reward, nor man's applause,
You all are champions in your Maker's cause;
And round your arduous path, tho' sad, the while
Crowds of admiring angels watch and smile.
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