Text: | It may not be our lot to wield |
Author: | J. G. Whittier, 1807-1892 |
Tune: | METROPOLITAN CHURCH |
Composer: | Enos J. Watkins, 1876- |
1 It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper's song among the sheaves.
2 Yet where our duty's task is wrought
In unison with God's great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe'er is willed, is done.
3 And ours the grateful service whence
Comes, day by day, the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain, and the noonday shade.
4 And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.
5 But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait in heaven their harvest day!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | It may not be our lot to wield |
Author: | J. G. Whittier, 1807-1892 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | Daily: Duty; The Church and the Kingdom of God: Social Service; Faithfulness: Under trial(2 more...) |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | METROPOLITAN CHURCH |
Composer: | Enos J. Watkins, 1876- |
Meter: | L.M. |
Key: | Dâ™ Major |