FATHER. I long to spread Thy blessed Truth o’er land and sea!”

I listen, and there comes to me

His answer, tender, loving, mild,

“Not now, My child.”

“Father, my heart is sad, I fain would leave this wilderness,

Go forth, earth’s groaning ones to bless!”

 I hear again His answer mild,

“Not now, My child.”

“Father, I yearn to break these fleshly fetters and be free,

As pants the hart, I pant for Thee!”

His voice, how sweet, how tender, mild,

“Not now, My child.”

“Father, Thy will be done, I humbly leave it all with Thee,

Thou knowest what is best for me!”

I hear His voice, so low, so mild,

“Come now, My child.”

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