4 Work on, despair not; bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free.
1 O'er the mount and through the moor Glide the Christian's steps secure; Day and night, no fear he knows; Lonely, but with God, he goes: For the coat of mail, bedight In his spotless robe of white; For the sinful sword, his hand Bearing high the olive-wand.
2 Through the camp, and through the court, Through the dark and deadly fort, On the mission of the dove, Speeds the minister of love; By his word the wildest tames, And the world to God reclaims; War, and wrath, and famine cease, Hushed around his path of peace.
1 Nay, tell us not of dangers dire That lie in duty's path; A warrior of the cross can feel No fear of human wrath.
2 Where'er the Prince of Darkness holds His earthly reign abhorred, Sword of the spirit, thee we draw, And battle for the Lord.
3 We go! we go, to break the chains That bind the erring mind, And give the freedom that we feel To all of human kind.
4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel, And seek no gory field; Our weapon is the word of God, His promise is our shield.
5 And still serene and fixed in faith, We fear no earthly harm; We know it is our Father's work, We rest upon His arm.
1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream; For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
2 Life is real! life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end and way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us further than to-day.
4 Lives of true men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;
5 Footprints which perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
6 Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
1 Am I a soldier of the cross, And pledged to bear its shame? And shall I fear to own Christ's cause, Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?