THE MASTER'S CALL

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 15, 1870

THE MASTER'S CALL.

Up and be doing! the time is brief, And life is frail as the autumn leaf.

To God and thy better self be true, Do with thy might what thou find'st to do.

Though the day is bright and the sun is high, Ere long 't will fade from the glowing sky,

While the evening shadows darkly fall: There's a time for rest, it will come to all.

The harvest is white, and the field is wide; And thou at thine ease may'st not abide.

The reapers are few and far between; And death is abroad, with his sickle keen.

Oh, think of the Master, worn and faint, Whose meek lips uttered no complaint;

Who toiled for thee 'mid the noontide heat, And sought no rest for his weary feet;

Of a Father's wrath who drank the wine, And bore his cross to lighten thine.

Go forth and labor! A crown awaits The faithful servant, at Heaven's high gates.

For a death of shame the Saviour died, To open those golden portals wide,

That souls, redeemed from the toils of sin, With robes made white might enter in.

Work with thy might! ere the day of grace Is spent, and the night steals on apace.

The Master has given his pledge divine: Who winneth souls, like the stars shall shine. —Independent.