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And the presumptuous vision I resign,
The harvest wait from other hands to see.
Yet, take thy task, the voice again replied,
The feeblest instruments can do his will;
And that one talent, which thou mayst not hide,
May even yet thy Master's work fulfil.
The harvest wait from other hands to see.
Yet, take thy task, the voice again replied,
The feeblest instruments can do his will;
And that one talent, which thou mayst not hide,
May even yet thy Master's work fulfil.
LINES.
In chains and darkness Peter slept,
Round him the weary soldiers lay;
A light across the prison swept,
A brightness brighter than the day;
Round him the weary soldiers lay;
A light across the prison swept,
A brightness brighter than the day;
An angel stood—and Peter's side
Instant he smote, and called, Arise!
Sudden the close-bound chains divide,
And fall—he lifts his wondering eyes.
Instant he smote, and called, Arise!
Sudden the close-bound chains divide,
And fall—he lifts his wondering eyes.
His hands are free—the spirit said,
Take up thy garment—follow me;
And awe-struck, trembling, Peter fled,
Even as he saw the angel flee.
Take up thy garment—follow me;
And awe-struck, trembling, Peter fled,
Even as he saw the angel flee.
