Hymn/Song Information

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER’S REWARD

Ye shall shine as the stars
in the fadeless forever,
Who turn unto Jesus the perishing here,
Who gently are leading
the lambs to the pasture
|: Where floweth the water
so cooling and clear. :|

Then prayerfully, carefully,
go to your labors,
And deal with them wisely,
the souls of your care,
Never forgetting,
though lofty or lowly,
|: How costly a gem
is the spirit they bear. :|

Souls that look yearningly
into your faces,
Catching the beams
of the heavenly light,
Turning but slowly
from sin’s desert places,
|: Into the beautiful
pathway of light. :|

Better, by far,
than all worldly bestowment,
Is the reward
that your service will win;
Turning to righteousness souls
of the children,
|: Stooping to gather
the poorest ones in. :|

Time, with its guerdons
of honor and treasure,
Soon will be lost
in the measureless sea,
But yonder a crown,
that is starred with the glory
|: Of souls for thy hire,
will be waiting for thee. :|

Then turn not thy hand
from the work that’s before thee,
Nor suffer thy heart
to grow careless and cold;
The seeds ye are sowing,
with patience and prayer,
|: Ere long will be waving
in harvests of gold. :|

And work, with a will,
for the ages are being
Condensed in the cycles
of wonderful years;
The tread of the Mighty One
goeth before thee,
|: And soon will the dawn
of His brightness appear. :|

Not long may it be
till the Master shall call thee;
Not long till the time
of thy mission is o’er—
Then work while the day lasts,
and e’er the night’s shadow
|: Shall gather its gloom,
and ye labor no more. :|