MY FAITH.
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Do battle bravely, ever,
In stern defense of right,
And carve in faith a shining way
Up to the hills of light.
In stern defense of right,
And carve in faith a shining way
Up to the hills of light.
The whole world calls for labor!
There is a thirsty dearth
Of earnest, working Christian souls,
Throughout this wide-spread earth;
A lack of strong-armed pioneers
To break the ranks of sin,
And woo to Virtue's safe retreat
The footsore wanderer in.
There is a thirsty dearth
Of earnest, working Christian souls,
Throughout this wide-spread earth;
A lack of strong-armed pioneers
To break the ranks of sin,
And woo to Virtue's safe retreat
The footsore wanderer in.
Up from this dull supineness!
Up with a righteous trust!
Why in this aimless, idle life
Let noble talents rust?
Work while the day endureth,
Work ere the night shall come;
At evening, when the shadows fall,
God calls his servants home.
Up with a righteous trust!
Why in this aimless, idle life
Let noble talents rust?
Work while the day endureth,
Work ere the night shall come;
At evening, when the shadows fall,
God calls his servants home.
MY FAITH.
When quiet reigns upon the earth,
And placid is the sky,
With not an angry cloud to dim
The crystal vault on high;
When gentle happiness is mine,
And care has fled my breast,
And placid is the sky,
With not an angry cloud to dim
The crystal vault on high;
When gentle happiness is mine,
And care has fled my breast,
