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WORK AND REST

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 26, 1859

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 14, No. 1.

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WORK AND REST.

WHAT have I yet to do? Day weareth on— Flowers that, opening new, Smile through the morning's dew, Droop in the sun.
'Neath the noon's scorching glare, Fainting I stand; Still is the sultry air, Silentness everywhere Through the hot land.
Yet must I labor still, All the day through— Striving with earnest will, Patient my place to fill, My work to do.
Long though my task may be, Cometh the end. God 'tis that helpeth me. His is the work, and he New strength will lend.
He will direct my feet, Strengthen my hand; Give me my portion meet; Firm in his promise sweet Trusting I'll stand.
Up, then, to work again! God's word is given, That none shall sow in vain, But find his ripened grain Garnered in heaven.
Larger the shadows fall, Night cometh on; Low voices softly call, "Come, here is rest for all! Labor is done!"—Sel.