Thursday, April 18, 2013

The Missionary Bride

Who'd be a missionary's Bride,
Who that is young and fair
Would leave the world all beside,
Its pomp and vanity and pride
Her Savior's cross to bear?

None-save she whose heart is meek
Who feels another's pain
And loves to wipe from sorrow's cheek
The trickling tear-and accents speak
That soothe the soul again

She who feels for them that need 
The precious bread of life.
And longs the Savior's lambs to feed
O, such an one would make indeed
A missionary's wife!*

*19th century poem




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