Commissioned by the great I AM
I leave my friends and home,
To spread the triumphs of His name,
O’er desert wastes I roam.
While the whole counsel of the Lord,
I shun not to declare,
May sinners fall before the Word,
And lift their hearts in prayer.
My soul, at times, is much cast down,
And pressed with pain and toil,
But I’ll not dread the sinner’s frown,
Nor will I court their smile.
Though grief and sorrow be my lot,
I shortly shall be free;
And whether I’m reproached or not,
May God remember me.
I soon shall quit this cumbrous clay,
And fly to Jesus’ breast;
Angels will bear my soul away,
To everlasting rest.