First Line: Not now, my child ! — a little more rough tossing,

Not now, my child ! — a little more rough tossing,
A little longer on the billows' foam ;
A few more journeyings in the desert
darkness,
And then the sunshine of thy Father's Home!

2 Not now; for I have wanderers in
the distance, [patient love :
And thou must call them in with
Not; now; for I have sheep upon the
mountains, [e'er they rove.
And thou must follow them wher-

3 Not now; for I have loved ones sad
and weary ; [kindly smile ?
Wilt thou not cheer them with a
Sick ones, who need thee in their
lonely sorrow ;
Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while ?

4 Not now; for wounded hearts are
sorely bleeding, [hearts to sing ;
And thou must teach those widowed
Not now; for orphans' tears are
quickly falling —
They must be gathered 'neath some
sheltering wing.

5 Go, with the name of Jesus to the dying,
And speak that name in all its living power ;
Why should thy fainting heart grow
chill and weary ?
Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour ?

6 One little hour ! and then the glorious
crowning,
The golden harp-strings, and the victor's palm ;
One little hour ! and then the hallelujah !
Eternity's long, deep, thanksgiving psalm !