There is ne­ver a way so nar­row or short,
But the Mas­ter’s work is there;
There is some­thing to do for His dear sake,
Or some­thing to calm­ly bear.

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There is ne­ver a day, there is ne­ver a place,
But the Mas­ter’s work is there;
There is some­thing to do for His dear sake,
Or some­thing to calm­ly bear.

There are tri­als to meet with Chris­tian faith,
And du­ties with Chris­tian grace;
And there’s Chris­tian sweet­ness to ev­ery one,
To be giv­en in ev­ery place.

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Their work­ing days are ne­ver so hard
Who find in Christ a stay;
And days of dark­ness are days of light
When Je­sus leads the way.

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There are flow­ers down in the val­ley low,
And ov­er the mount­ain side,
Which ne­ver were praised by a hu­man voice
Nor by hu­man eyes des­cried.

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Yet as sweet as the breath of the roy­al rose,
Is the per­fume they ex­hale;
And why and where those flow­ers bloom,
The good Lord know­eth well.

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