247 ~ Toil On a Little Longer
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Toil on a little longer here, For thy reward awaits above, Nor droop in sadness or in fear Beneath the rod that's sent in love; The deeper wound our spirits feel, The sweeter heaven's balm to heal.
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Faith lifts the veil before our eyes, And bids us view a happier clime, Where verdant fields in beauty rise, Beyond the withering blasts of time; And brings the blissful moment near, When we in glory shall appear.
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What glory then shall fill the soul, When parted friends again shall meet, Beyond the reach of death's control, And cast their crowns at Jesus' feet; His matchless love and grace adore, And never taste of sorrow more.
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Then let us hope; 'tis not in vain; Though moistened by our grief the soil, The harvest brings us joy for pain, The rest repays the weary toil; For they shall reap who sow in tears, Rich gladness through eternal years.