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THE HEAVENWARD CALL

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Sep 26, 1900

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 26, No. 39.

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THE HEAVENWARD CALL.

WHAT shall I do, my Lord, my God, To make my life worth more to Thee? Within my heart, through earth abroad, Deep voices stir and beckon me.
Through strange confusion of the time I hear Thy beckoning call resound; There is a pathway more sublime Than yet my lagging feet have found.
My coward heart, my flagging feet, They hold me in bewildering gloom; Come Thou my stumbling steps to meet And lift me into larger room.
The dearest voice may lead astray; Speak Thou; Thy word my guide shall be, O, not from life and men away, But through them, with them, up to Thee!
It is not much these hands can do; Keep Thou my spirit close to Thine, Till every thought Thy love shines through, And all my words breathe truth divine.
With souls that seek Thy pure abode, Let my unfaltering soul aspire. Make me a radiance on the road, A bearer of Thy sacred fire.
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