1 I'm kneeling at the threshold, aweary, faint, and sore:
I'm waiting for the dawning, for the opening of the door;
I'm waiting till the Master shall bid me rise and come
To the glory of His presence, the gladness of His home.

2 A weary path I've travell'd 'mid darkness, storm, and strife,
Bearing many a burden, contending for my life;

But now the morn is breaking, my toil will soon be o'er,
I'm kneeling at the threshold, my hand is at the door.

3 Methinks I hear the voices of the blesséd, as they stand;
Sweet singing in the sunshine of the unclouded land;
Oh! may I come to join them, amid the shining throng,
Uniting in their worship, rejoicing in their song!

4 The friends that started with me have entered long ago;
Ah! one by one they left me to struggle with the foe;
Their pilgrimage was shorter, their triumph sooner won;
How lovingly they'll hail me, when my work too is done.

5 The throng of blessed angels that know no grief or sin,
I see them at the portals, prepared to let me in;
O Lord, I wait Thy pleasure, Thy time and way are best,
But I'm wasted, worn, and weary; my Father, bid me rest.

AMEN.

9:

Fear Not!

GEO. C. STEBBINS.

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1 Fear not! God is thy shield,
And He thy great reward
His might has won the field:
Thy strength is in the Lord!
Fear not! 'tis His own voice

3 Fear not! be not dismayed!

He evermore will be

With thee, to give His aid,
And He will strengthen thee.
Fear not! etc.

That speaks to thee this word; 4 Fear not! ye little flock;

Lift up your head: rejoice

In Jesus Christ, thy Lord!

2 Fear not! for God has heard

The cry of thy distress;
The water of His Word,
Thy fainting soul shall bless.
Fear not! etc.

Your Shepherd soon will come,
Give water from the rock,

And bring you to His home!
Fear not! 'tis His own voice
That speaks to thee this word;
Lift up your head: rejoice
In Jesus Christ, thy Lord!