← Toil on a little longer here Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 682

Toil on a little longer here

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Toil on a little longer here,For thy reward awaits above,Nor droop in sadness or in fearBeneath 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 vail 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; 't is 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.