Doing our duty we find peace and rest;
Doing for His sake, is doing our best;
Doing or not, whatever is done,
Deeds are the outgrowth of victories won.
Earth is no dwelling-place. Godward we turn,
Eager for gleams of the glories that burn
Evermore brightly; each lesson we learn,
Entering Truth's portal her gems to discern.
Faithfully following our Master's command,
Fruitful our labor; we build not on sand.
Fear hath no place in us; Love, sweet and grand,
Fills all around us, the sea and the land.
Stars shine brightest in the darkest night. Grapes come not to the proof till they come to the press. Such is the condition of all God's children; they are then most triumphant when most tested, most glorious when most afflicted.
