Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.