Heart of gold. live thou
Beneath the crowning brow;
Let the golden light
Speed on its flight;
Till Time wings thy soul to God.
Beneath the crowning brow;
Let the golden light
Speed on its flight;
Till Time wings thy soul to God.
THE CROSS ROADS
On every cross-road that we reach
The Saviour marks are placed:
Some. come early, some. come late,
But there is a mark for each.
The Saviour marks are placed:
Some. come early, some. come late,
But there is a mark for each.
Journeying onward to the goal,
That all must reach some day.
Cross-roads and by-ways themselves unroll,
To test us: in every way.
That all must reach some day.
Cross-roads and by-ways themselves unroll,
To test us: in every way.
Ever inclined to run on ahead,
Of the Master's plans for us;
We arrive at the cross-roads and dread
To see, no marks left there to trust.
Of the Master's plans for us;
We arrive at the cross-roads and dread
To see, no marks left there to trust.
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