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“A worker ia weary; another cast down— They hare striven so hard for Me. There is parting and loss in the busy town, Death on the sea.

“Got take of My spirit, and comfort them all; Strengthen, sustain and cheer. Slight not My children’s feeblest call, For all are dear.’’

Then all save one, on their pinions bright, The minist’ring angels flew, Till the tears were dried, and the dark made light; Hopes born anew.

Yet a sadder cry fell on the Master’s ear, When He heard the anguished call— "Is heaven so high that Thou can’st