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| Where is thy glory oh child
divine, Is it jewels or gilt abode, Or is it the touch Of a steadfast foot On a straight and a narrow road? Where is thy place, oh thou mortal soul, Is it death ‘neath sod and sand, Or does it yet stretch Past mankind’s dull gaze To a bright and celestial land? How far can you reach, oh holy child Through this life’s soul-blinding glare? Can you grasp and touch He who gave His all To save you, and to bring you there. Can you choose this day, with freedom’s choice, The path with the iron rod, Set mind to the Word, And heart to the task, And walk on to the throne of God?
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