AFTER A SERMON.
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As thou in saintly robes so fair
From His own book dost now declare
My fate, my destiny ere long.
From His own book dost now declare
My fate, my destiny ere long.
Sweetly hast thou portrayed sublime
The mantle that we each should wear,
So richly wrought with gems divine
By Him who does our crosses bear;
What power, what gifts are thine to sound,
With thrilling voice and love profound,
The heart, that we His crown may wear.
The mantle that we each should wear,
So richly wrought with gems divine
By Him who does our crosses bear;
What power, what gifts are thine to sound,
With thrilling voice and love profound,
The heart, that we His crown may wear.
Not more than others—nay, I shrink
To hear what I have left undone;
And near, perchance, the dreadful brink,
The promised prize by me not won;
Eternity, the shoreless sea—
A glimpse appears to-day to me
That I must cross with chart alone.
To hear what I have left undone;
And near, perchance, the dreadful brink,
The promised prize by me not won;
Eternity, the shoreless sea—
A glimpse appears to-day to me
That I must cross with chart alone.
O Father, strengthen this my vow,_
My pure resolve, my heart renew;
With charity my will endow,
Keep me in all I hope to do;
A steadfast faith in Thy dear Son,
Until my labors here are done;
No way but Thine would I pursue.
My pure resolve, my heart renew;
With charity my will endow,
Keep me in all I hope to do;
A steadfast faith in Thy dear Son,
Until my labors here are done;
No way but Thine would I pursue.
