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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · April 8, 1880

FromThe Review and Herald, Vol. 55, No. 15

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By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.
FIELDS are white, and hands are idle, Death is laying thousands low; Time is fleeting, Christ soon coming, Men “are running to and fro.”
Hearts are faint, and souls are yearning For the blessings held in store; Brother, sister, where’s the burden That for thee thy Master bore?
Oh! for thee there is a mission, Noble, high, and truly grand; “Live for others;” ’tis the watchword Sound it far o’er all the land.
Work, and claim thy own salvation, Fear and tremble at His word; Take the shield of faith forever, All the armor on thee gird.
Work, yea, work, and never falter, Tho’ the sky “seem dark as night;” God will fold his arms around thee, Turn thy darkness into light.
Bear the seed and sow it quickly, Water well with tender tears; “Paul may plant,” but God can only Give the increase with the years.
Courage, brother, sister; never Backward look or slack thy hand; Soon the glowing light of Heaven Will enlighten all the land.
Labor, then; for rest soon cometh, Peace and love and holy joy; Pleasures sweet that know no ending, Home where nothing can annoy.