As still I strive, by earnest faith and prayer,
To do each day the duties that I know,
And bear the cross my Saviour bids me bear.
2 But are there many weary miles to tread
Before the promised home appears in sight ?
And are there sad and bitter tears to shed
Ere we shall meet in realms of endless light ?
3 Some little joy I have in doing still
The humble work He bids me do for Him;
A tender gladness when 'tis mine to fill
Again some empty chalice to the brim.
4 And thus the days are slowly passing here,
With distant gleams of hope and glory blest;
But is the hallowed moment drawing near
When we shall meet again in endless rest ?
5 Ah, yes, when that great light which men call Death
Strikes through the gloom and stills at last the strife,
Then comes a hush, a sigh, a fleeting breath, [life.
And we shall meet again in endless