“A worker ia weary; another cast
They hare striven so hard for Me.
There is parting and loss in the busy
Death on the sea.
“Got take of My spirit, and comfort
Strengthen, sustain and cheer.
Slight not My children’s feeblest call,
For all are dear.’’
Then all save one, on their pinions
The minist’ring angels flew,
Till the tears were dried, and the dark
Hopes born anew.
Yet a sadder cry fell on the Master’s
When He heard the anguished call—
"Is heaven so high that Thou can’st