THE WAYSIDE WATCHER.
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Back through the green fields singing:
Sweet was the joyful sound,
That told the father's welcome,
And the little wanderer found.
Sweet was the joyful sound,
That told the father's welcome,
And the little wanderer found.
"Then on the highway, near me,
I saw the Stranger stand,
Stranger no more! He guided
The fair child by the hand.
'I thank thee,' said He softly;
'Thou hast not watched in vain:
Behold my child returned
Safe to my arms again!'
I saw the Stranger stand,
Stranger no more! He guided
The fair child by the hand.
'I thank thee,' said He softly;
'Thou hast not watched in vain:
Behold my child returned
Safe to my arms again!'
"What grace is Thine, O Master,
For work so poor and scant!
How glorious is the guerdon
My loving Lord doth grant!
I only saw a nursling
Was wandering astray.
Oh, it is worth cross-bearing
To wait for Thee one day!
For work so poor and scant!
How glorious is the guerdon
My loving Lord doth grant!
I only saw a nursling
Was wandering astray.
Oh, it is worth cross-bearing
To wait for Thee one day!
"Have ye known the shadows darken
Over weary nights of pain,
And hours that seem to lengthen
Till the night comes round again?
Over weary nights of pain,
And hours that seem to lengthen
Till the night comes round again?
