MELIORA.
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'All things are yours'; yea, the glory,
The darkness, the desert, to-day;
And He who hath trod it before thee
Hath hallowed thy toilsome way.
The darkness, the desert, to-day;
And He who hath trod it before thee
Hath hallowed thy toilsome way.
"Fight 'gainst the power of evil;
Up to the girded race!
Each hath a charge in the temple,
All in the kingdom a place.
Wait where thy Master hath called thee,
Patiently suffer His will;
Enough, oh, enough, if He bade thee
Be silent, and helpless, and still.
Up to the girded race!
Each hath a charge in the temple,
All in the kingdom a place.
Wait where thy Master hath called thee,
Patiently suffer His will;
Enough, oh, enough, if He bade thee
Be silent, and helpless, and still.
"Brave hearts fall in the battle,
The race and the chaplet won;
And some with the standard flying
Must rally the ranks alone;
Some lie on the wayside wounded,
And some with their Leader rest:
Who doeth the will of the Father
Serveth the Master best.
The race and the chaplet won;
And some with the standard flying
Must rally the ranks alone;
Some lie on the wayside wounded,
And some with their Leader rest:
Who doeth the will of the Father
Serveth the Master best.
"So keep thy watch at the portal;
The Master hath bid thee wait,
And speak the word that He gives thee,
As wanderers pass the gate.
The Master hath bid thee wait,
And speak the word that He gives thee,
As wanderers pass the gate.
