p. 5 | The True Missionary by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 11, 1908

The True Missionary.

By Eliza H. Morton

'TWAS long ago the Saviour came To minister to man, To carry out in daily life Salvation's wondrous plan.

He healed the sick, He comfort gave, He spake a kindly word To those with weary, wounded hearts, To those He knew had erred.

No malice in His heart was felt, Tho buffeted and scorned, Tho spit upon, and with the thorns And purple robe adorned.

And so must we thus walk in peace And union with our God, No matter what may come to vex Our souls, for Christ is Lord.

And He will give the needed strength, His life our life may be, His Holy Spirit shed its power O'er all our ministry.

Then let us gather in the sheaves; Behold, the fields are white, And in this precious harvest-time Our forces all unite.

Remember time is hastening on, The days are gliding by, 'Tis ours to lift the standard up, The truth to magnify.

Full soon the heavens will open wide Our Saviour to reveal, And if unfaithful here below What anguish we shall feel.

But if straight onward is our course Thru trials and thru pain, All seeming loss will prove at length But everlasting gain.

We see by faith the mansions fair, The gleaming, pearly gates; O soul oppressed, yet faithful still, A crown for thee awaits. ELIZA H. MORTON.