YIELD NOT TO FEAR.
"Poor, fainting spirit, still hold on thy way--
The day is near!
True, thou art weary; but yon brighter ray
Becomes more clear.
Bear up a little longer; wait for rest;
Yield not to slumber, though with toil oppressed.
"The coming night is mournful, but look on--
The dawn is here!
Soon will earth's shadowy scenes and gloom be gone;
Yield not to fear:
The mountain's summit will ere long be gained,
And thy bright hopes with joy and peace attained.
"'Joyful through hope!' thy motto still must be--
The dawn is here!
What glories will that dawn unfold to thee!
Be of good cheer!
Gird up thy loins; bind sandals on thy feet:
The way is short, though rough; the end is sweet."
* * *
"A little while, our fightings shall be over;
A little while, our tears be wiped away;
A little while, the power of Jehovah
Shall turn our darkness into gladsome day.
"A little while, the fears that oft surround us
Shall to the memories of the past belong;
A little while, the love that sought and found us
Shall change our weeping into heaven's glad song.
"A little while! 'Tis ever drawing nearer--
The brighter dawning of that glorious day.
Blest Savior, make our spirits' vision clearer,
And guide, O guide us in the shining way.
"A little while, O blessed expectation!
For strength to run with patience, Lord, we cry,
Our hearts up leap in fond anticipation;
Our union with the Bridegroom draweth nigh."
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