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2 Man may trouble and distress me,

"Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest: O'tis not in grief to harm me

While Thy love is left to me; O'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.

3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;

Think what Spirit dwells within thee,
What a Father's smile is thine,
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Haste then on from grace to glory, Armed by faith, and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission; Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days; Hope soon change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1824 (Text of 1833)

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2 If you cannot cross the ocean,

And the heathen lands explore, You can find the heathen nearer, You can help them at your door. If you cannot give your thousands,

You can give the widow's mite; And the least you give for Jesus Will be precious in His sight.

3 If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say He died for all.

If you cannot rouse the wicked
With the judgment's dread alarms,
You can lead the little children
To the Saviour's waiting arms.

4 Let none hear you idly saying,

"There is nothing I can do," While the souls of men are dying,

And the Master calls for you: Take the task He gives you gladly, Let His work your pleasure be; Answer quickly when He calleth, "Here am I; send me, send me.”

Rev. Daniel March, 1868