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Not now, my child,
a little more rough tossing,
A little longer on the billows’ foam;
A few more journeyings
in the desert darkness,
And then, the sunshine
of thy Father’s home!
Not now, for I have wand’rers
in the distance,
And thou must call them
in with patient love;
Not now, for I have sheep
upon the mountain,
And thou must follow
them where’er they rove.
Not now; for I have loved ones
sad and weary;
Wilt thou not cheer them
with a kindly smile?
Sick ones, who need thee
in their lonely sorrow;
Wilt thou not tend them
yet a little while?
Not now, for wounded hearts
are sorely bleeding
And thou must teach
those widowed hearts to sing:
Not now; for orphans’
tears are quickly falling,
They must be gathered
’neath some sheltering wing.
Go, with the Name of Jesus,
to the dying,
And speak that Name
in all its living power;
Why should thy fainting heart
grow chill and weary?
Canst thou not watch
with Me one little hour?
One little hour! and then
the glorious crowning,
The golden harp-strings,
and the victor’s palm;
One little hour!
and then the hallelujah!
Eternity’s long,
deep thanksgiving psalm!
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11 10 11 10
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NOT NOW MY CHILD
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11 10 11 10
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