GO BLITHELY
Give us to go blithely on our business all this day.—Robert Louis Stevenson
Go blithely! for to serve thy God
A joy should ever be;
Rejoice! lift up the head,—the heart,—
From sadness be thou free.
A joy should ever be;
Rejoice! lift up the head,—the heart,—
From sadness be thou free.
Go blithely! Footsore, weary, thou?
His footsteps went before;
Nor lagging tread, nor downcast mien,
Thy Saviour can adore.
His footsteps went before;
Nor lagging tread, nor downcast mien,
Thy Saviour can adore.
Go blithely! See! a Pillar glows!
No night of darkness, thine!
Or one of cloud this day will light
By radiance divine.
No night of darkness, thine!
Or one of cloud this day will light
By radiance divine.
OUR MILESTONES
How swiftly they are passing!
These years of mortal life;
Each full to overflowing
Of storm, of stress, of strife.
These years of mortal life;
Each full to overflowing
Of storm, of stress, of strife.
Of sorrows soothed, of duties done,
Some stones may records be,
Whilst others mark a road unknown,
With windings none can see.
Some stones may records be,
Whilst others mark a road unknown,
With windings none can see.
Yet this we know, and bravely tread,
As God appoints each mile,
That, always looking up, reveals
A Father's tender smile.
As God appoints each mile,
That, always looking up, reveals
A Father's tender smile.
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