p. 332 | THE MISSIONARY by Nathan Brown

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 27, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 21.

THE MISSIONARY.

By Nathan Brown

I WILL go. I may no longer doubt To give up friends, and home, and idol hopes, And every tender tie that binds my heart To thee, my country. Why should I regard Earth's little store of borrowed sweets? I sure Have had enough of bitter in my cup To show that never was it His design Who placed me here that I should live in ease Or drink at pleasure's fountain. Henceforth, then, It matters not if storm or sunshine be My earthly lot, bitter or sweet my cup; I only pray, God fit me for the work; God make me holy, and my spirit nerve For the stern hour of strife. Let me but know There is an Arm unseen that holds me up, An eye that kindly watches all my path, Till I my weary pilgrimage have done; Let me but know I have a Friend that waits To welcome me to glory, and I joy To tread the dark and death-fraught wilderness. —Rev. Nathan Brown.