Jfltsstonarp’s Call 
 
 Y SOUL is nQt at rest. There 
 comes a strange 
 
 And secret whisper to my spirit, 
 like 
 
 A dream of night, that tells me I 
 am on 
 
 Enchanted ground. Why live I here ? The vows 
 Of God are on me, and I may not stop 
 To play with shadows, or pluck earthly flowers, 
 Till I my work have done and rendered up 
 Account. The voice of my departed Lord, 
 
 GO, TEACH ALL NATIONS, from the eastern 
 world 
 
 Comes on the night air, and awakes my ear. 
 
 And I will go. I may not longer doubt 
 To give up friends and home, and idol hopes, 
 And every tender tie that binds my heart 
 To thee, my country! Why should I regard 
 Earth’s little store of borrowed sweets? I sure 
 Have had enough of sorrow in my cup 
 To show that never was it His design 
 Who placed me here, that I should live in ease 
 Or drink at pleasure’s fountain. 
 
Henceforth, then, 
 
 It matters not if storm or sunshine be 
 My earthly lot; bitter or sweet my cup. 
 
 I only pray, God fit me for the work; 
 
 God make me holy and my spirit nerve 
 
 For the stern hour of strife! Let me but know 
 
 There is an Arm unseen that holds me up, 
 
 An Eye that kindly watches all my path, 
 
 Till I my weary pilgrimage have done, 
 
 Let me but know I have a Friend that waits 
 
 To welcome me to glory, and I joy 
 
 To tread the dark and death-fraught wilderness. 
 
 And when I come to stretch me for the last, 
 
 In unattended agony, beneath 
 The cocoa’s shade, or lift my dying eyes 
 From Afric’s burning sands, it will be sweet 
 That I have toiled for other worlds than this; 
 
 I know I shall feel happier than to die 
 On softer bed. 
 
 And if I should reach heaven; 
 
 If one that hath so deeply, darkly sinned; 
 
 If one whom ruin and revolt have held 
 With such a fearful grasp; if one for whom 
 Satan has struggled as he hath for me, 
 
 Should ever reach that blessed shore, Oh, how 
 This heart will flame with gratitude and love! 
 And through the ages of eternal years, 
 
 Thus saved, my spirit never shall repent 
 That toil and suffering once were mine below. 
 
 T 
 
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