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Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing

Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing

Author: Catherine Pennefather
Tune: [Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing]
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1 Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing,
A little longer on the billow's foam;
A few more journ'yings in the desert darkness,
And then, the sunshine of thy Father's home!

2 Not now; for I have wand'rers in the distance,
And thou must call them in with patient love;
Not now; for I have sheep upon the mountains,
And thou must follow them where'er they rove.

3 Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary;
Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile?
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,
And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing;
Not now; for orphans' tears are ever falling,
They must be gathered 'neath some shelt'ring wing.

5 Go, with the name of Jesus to the dying,
And speak that Name in all its living pow'r;
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!

Source: Christ in Song: for all religious services nearly one thousand best gospel hymns, new and old with responsive scripture readings (Rev. and Enl.) #606

Author: Catherine Pennefather

Pennefather, Catherine, née King, daughter of Admiral King, of Angley, was married Sept. 16, 1847, to the Rev. W. Pennefather. Two of Mrs. Pennefather's hymns are in The Enlarged London Hymn Book, 1873. (1) "I'm journeying through a desert world" (Heaven Anticipated); (2) "Not now, my child; a little more rough tossing," 1863 (Working and Hoping). She died Jan. 12, 1893. -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)  Go to person page >

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First Line: Not now, my child, a little more rough tossing
Author: Catherine Pennefather
Refrain First Line: Be ye His angels, be ye His angels



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