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A RECORD ABOVE.
It is not the way of this strange world of ours,
To honor its heroes with garlands of flowers,
For those who do much for poor suffering mankind
Are the ones who may suffer and be left far behind.
But we must not give up, tho' our efforts seem lost—
Though the ones we have aided with infinite cost
Prove ungrateful; keep on in your efforts of love;
Remember God keepeth a record above.
To honor its heroes with garlands of flowers,
For those who do much for poor suffering mankind
Are the ones who may suffer and be left far behind.
But we must not give up, tho' our efforts seem lost—
Though the ones we have aided with infinite cost
Prove ungrateful; keep on in your efforts of love;
Remember God keepeth a record above.
I know it is hard when you strive with your might,
To lighten the burdens, give a faint glimpse of light—
To those who in darkness are wandering along,
To feel that no thanks have been given for your song.
Keep heart, fainting brother, for hard is the road
To the city celestial, that heavenly abode;
Keep heart, fainting brother, and e'er faithful prove,
For Jesus is keeping a record above.
To lighten the burdens, give a faint glimpse of light—
To those who in darkness are wandering along,
To feel that no thanks have been given for your song.
Keep heart, fainting brother, for hard is the road
To the city celestial, that heavenly abode;
Keep heart, fainting brother, and e'er faithful prove,
For Jesus is keeping a record above.
Men are not what they seem, for the most of their words
Are uttered in falsehood—simply to be heard,
While heart-longings and groanings are kept from the light,
And ever are shrouded in darkness and night.
Let us live for each other, and strive to impart
Life-giving wisdom, and cheer the lone heart;
'Tis well to forget self, to grow in His love,
And we will be sure of a record above.
Are uttered in falsehood—simply to be heard,
While heart-longings and groanings are kept from the light,
And ever are shrouded in darkness and night.
Let us live for each other, and strive to impart
Life-giving wisdom, and cheer the lone heart;
'Tis well to forget self, to grow in His love,
And we will be sure of a record above.
18
He said, long ago, “Work to save men from hell,
Work ever; do all that you can; do it well,—
And when, high in glory, my jewels I own,
I'll welcome thee, tried one, to sit on a throne.
His words, kindly spoken, are dear to our heart,
And never, God helping, we'll never depart
From His gracious commands, and His measures of love;—
And in death we'll rejoice in a record above.
Work ever; do all that you can; do it well,—
And when, high in glory, my jewels I own,
I'll welcome thee, tried one, to sit on a throne.
His words, kindly spoken, are dear to our heart,
And never, God helping, we'll never depart
From His gracious commands, and His measures of love;—
And in death we'll rejoice in a record above.
And then in bright mansions, we'll e'er sing His praise;
Our glorious Redeemer, the Ancient of days;
With angels and loved ones, a numerous throng—
We'll ever be hymning that beautiful song;
Unto Him that has loved us and washed us from sin—
Washed white in His blood, each one has come in;
And now, safe in Heaven, we'll sing of His love—
That Saviour who granted a record above!
Our glorious Redeemer, the Ancient of days;
With angels and loved ones, a numerous throng—
We'll ever be hymning that beautiful song;
Unto Him that has loved us and washed us from sin—
Washed white in His blood, each one has come in;
And now, safe in Heaven, we'll sing of His love—
That Saviour who granted a record above!
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