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486 The Book of Praise.
Fearless, calm, and strong in love, Would'st thou ply the Gospel net ? Then remember God above, And thyself forget.
Like the fisher, patient be ; Try at morn, and try at even, Hope, where thou canst nothing see ; And still trust in Heaven.
Never shall the net be cast All in vain, though cast amiss : Wait the great Day and the last, Ere thou judge of this.
O what issues that may show Even of thy poor toil and care ! But, till then, enough to know Thou dost neither spare.
Spend, then, and be spent, in love ; Take the task before thee set; Souls to win for Heaven above, And thyself forget.
Thomas Davis. 1862.
The Call. 36
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes, See where thy foes against thee rise, In long array, a numerous host; Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.