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FAITH.
Is it thorny, the place where thou standest?
Are thy trials heavy to bear?
Think not that thou camest by accident
To the city of struggle and care.
Are thy trials heavy to bear?
Think not that thou camest by accident
To the city of struggle and care.
'Tis the place that thy Father designedst,
The place of all others for thee.
The brave is not he that repinest!
Nor they who from obstacles flee!
The place of all others for thee.
The brave is not he that repinest!
Nor they who from obstacles flee!
Each duty, the small and the great one,
With faithfulness ever perform;
For sure thou shalt reap in due season—
In the beautiful harvest morn.
With faithfulness ever perform;
For sure thou shalt reap in due season—
In the beautiful harvest morn.
Many things that are dark in seeming,
At evening are flooded with light!
Waste not, then, thy moments in dreaming,
But labor with all of thy might!
At evening are flooded with light!
Waste not, then, thy moments in dreaming,
But labor with all of thy might!
Till the glorious time of reaping,
And the reapers, the shining ones come
To gather that scattered with weeping,—
With joy for the harvest home!
And the reapers, the shining ones come
To gather that scattered with weeping,—
With joy for the harvest home!
And then, when thy mission is ended,
Things here—that we cannot explain—
Denied us, for which we contended,—
The reason why will be made plain!
Things here—that we cannot explain—
Denied us, for which we contended,—
The reason why will be made plain!
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