Thou, noble soul, whose life is consecrated,
To be a source of help and comfort here,—
Let not the passing moments tho elated,
Buy thee from opportunities so dear.
To be a source of help and comfort here,—
Let not the passing moments tho elated,
Buy thee from opportunities so dear.
Thou, noble soul, whose love soars forth unbounded
To meet the love-light of thy Saviour's face,—
Let not the joy which is already founded
Be reflected by the lack of thankless grace.
To meet the love-light of thy Saviour's face,—
Let not the joy which is already founded
Be reflected by the lack of thankless grace.
But ever in the struggle with the Tempter
Who would thy soul in ecstasy reclaim.—
Step up a little nearer to thy Master
His peace and life eternal ever gain
Who would thy soul in ecstasy reclaim.—
Step up a little nearer to thy Master
His peace and life eternal ever gain
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