Brothers, would ye bid this hour
Back o'er centuries of time,
With its grief and with its glory,
To illume your work sublime?
When thy tireless Faith points upward
To the cross before the crown,
Take it, till the Master bids thee,
Good and faithful, lay it down.
When the tempest-tried you succor,
Till the storms of earth are o'er;
And thy Hope casts ready anchor -
On the blessed nightless shore -
Let thy Charity long-suffering,
Friend to virtue ever be,
And to vice with sharp remonstrance,
Prove a friend as full and free;
So may Truth adorn thy Temple,
Light thy altars, cheer the sad,
And thy Olivet teach meekly
This dear lesson of our God.
| Accession: | A10022 |
| Editorial Title: | Olivet |
| Author: | Mary Baker Eddy |
| Date: | May 31, 1873 |
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Brothers, wouldst ye thou bid this hour
Back o'er centuries of time,
With its grief and with its glory,
To illume your work sublime?
When thy tireless Faith points upward
To Take the cross before the crown,
Bear Take it, till the Master bids thee,
Good and faithful, lay it down.
When the tempest-tried you thou succor,
Till the storms of life earth are o'er;
And thy Hope casts ready anchor -
On the blessed nightless shore -
Let thy Charity long-suffering,
Friend to virtue ever be,
And to vice with sharp remonstrance,
Prove a friend as full and free;
So may Truth adorn thy Temple,
Light thy altars, cheer the sad,
And thy Olivet teach meekly
This dear lesson of our God.