1 There, too, our power shall be
Your gentle hearts to fill,
Our watching eyes will see,
Our love uphold you still;
A holy calling yours--
Sad human hearts to bless,
To point where peace endures,
And perfect happiness.
2 O sacred work of love,
Divinest ministry,
To lead these souls above,
And set the sin-bound free;
Go forth, ye seraph-band,
We your glad steps attend,
Go forward hand in hand,
Press onward to the end.
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