WORK DONE FOR GOD DIETH NOT.
Though chilling winds have o’er us rolled, Warm at our hearth this faith we hold, Whate’er may die and be forgot, W ork done for God it dicth not. Though scoffers ask, “Where is your gain ?” And mocking, say, “Your toil is vain.” Such scoffers die and are forgot, Work done for God it dieth not. Press on, true hearts can never fail, W hoe’er oppose, they must prevail. Opponents die and are forgot. Work done for God it dieth not. Press on, r.ght on, nor doubt . nor fear, From age to age this faith shall cheer; Whate’er may die and be forgot, Work done for God it dieth not. —Author unknown.
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White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 266, 18 August 1917, Page 7
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118WORK DONE FOR GOD DIETH NOT. White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 266, 18 August 1917, Page 7
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