93. "READY FOR EITHER."(notes)Fit emblem of Christ's servant,—him whose loveHas borne him to his distant heathen field,Which, if not by him reach'd, can nothing yieldBut crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above:There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps moveIn ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'dLies hid the peril, when God's truth reveal'dThe worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove.Brave man! toil on; thou shalt not toil in vain:Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow;A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain.And should the madmen's dagger lay thee low,Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth,Life's nutriment to Old men and to Youth!
93. "READY FOR EITHER."(notes)
Fit emblem of Christ's servant,—him whose loveHas borne him to his distant heathen field,Which, if not by him reach'd, can nothing yieldBut crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above:There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps moveIn ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'dLies hid the peril, when God's truth reveal'dThe worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove.Brave man! toil on; thou shalt not toil in vain:Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow;A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain.And should the madmen's dagger lay thee low,Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth,Life's nutriment to Old men and to Youth!
Fit emblem of Christ's servant,—him whose love
Has borne him to his distant heathen field,
Which, if not by him reach'd, can nothing yield
But crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above:
There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps move
In ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'd
Lies hid the peril, when God's truth reveal'd
The worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove.
Brave man! toil on; thou shalt not toil in vain:
Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow;
A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain.
And should the madmen's dagger lay thee low,
Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth,
Life's nutriment to Old men and to Youth!