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CRITICISM.
With courtesy and due respect
I look on all mankind.
Whate'er of me they may expect;
Whatever seeming fault detect—
Suspicion seldom is correct,
Hence, tranquil is my mind.
I look on all mankind.
Whate'er of me they may expect;
Whatever seeming fault detect—
Suspicion seldom is correct,
Hence, tranquil is my mind.
Each his opinion may enjoy,
I question not his right.
Harsh criticism may destroy
A friendship more than half alloy,
But it shall ne'er my peace annoy
For Jesus is my light.
I question not his right.
Harsh criticism may destroy
A friendship more than half alloy,
But it shall ne'er my peace annoy
For Jesus is my light.
I labor with a purpose pure;
I work for God and man.
If faithfulness can peace assure,
Then patiently will I endure,
For all His promises are sure:
He knoweth what I am.
I work for God and man.
If faithfulness can peace assure,
Then patiently will I endure,
For all His promises are sure:
He knoweth what I am.
It may be here, it may be there,
My fortune may be cast.
I seek not honor anywhere!
I'll live and work in faith and prayer,
And constantly His love declare
As long as life shall last.
My fortune may be cast.
I seek not honor anywhere!
I'll live and work in faith and prayer,
And constantly His love declare
As long as life shall last.
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No man can hinder, none impede
My progress, full and free!
So long as human life hath need,
And burdened ones for succor plead—
For love, for sympathy—indeed,
There is a work for me!
My progress, full and free!
So long as human life hath need,
And burdened ones for succor plead—
For love, for sympathy—indeed,
There is a work for me!
I am your brother, and admire
Your fealty and your trust;
And may the Holy One inspire
Our hearts, that with a strong desire
May burn in us a sacred fire,
Until we sleep in dust.
Your fealty and your trust;
And may the Holy One inspire
Our hearts, that with a strong desire
May burn in us a sacred fire,
Until we sleep in dust.
And then, in that blest world of light—
Where perfect rest is given;
When, having fought in faith the fight,
And finished the last anxious night,—
Then, as a victor, robed in white,
I'll greet you all in Heaven!
Where perfect rest is given;
When, having fought in faith the fight,
And finished the last anxious night,—
Then, as a victor, robed in white,
I'll greet you all in Heaven!
Charleston, May 27, 1887.
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