Mrs. Pennefather (406/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

Mrs. Pennefather 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, 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 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!