1 Do the duty nearest lying,
It will make the next more clear;
Linger not for doubt or sighing,
Labor on with heart of cheer.
Tho’ the task to thee seem lowly,
Do it bravely; it is thine;
Ev’ry deed for God is pure and holy,
Love will make them all divine.
Work, O work! the Master needs you,
In this wondrous harvest field;
Work, O work! the Master calls that
You may your best service yield.
2 O the task of God’s assigning
Is the one for thee alone!
Waste no time in weak repining,
Labor on till day is done.
Does the tempter whisper to thee,
“Hasten from the path of right?”
Listen not, press bravely onward, ever
Tow’rd the land of love and light. [Refrain]
3 Is the pathway lone and dreary,
Keep the closer to thy Guide,
Close to him who bore the thorn-crown,
And the wound-prints in his side.
If the toil seem like a burden,
Jesus will that burden bear;
Tell to him thine ev’ry anxious trial,
Bring to him thy weight of care. [Refrain]
Alice Jean Cleator, 1871-1926
Born: Circa 1871, Andreas, Isle of Man, England.
Died: Circa April 27, 1926, Cleveland, Ohio.
Cleator’s family evidently emigrated to America in the 1870’s. She was living in Claridon, Ohio, in 1880, & Geauga County, Ohio, in 1900, 1910, & 1920. She taught school in New York City, retiring some time before 1915.
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