Yet Nightly Pitch My Moving Tent, A

Night Is The Time To Weep,to Wet With Unseen Tearsthose Graves Of Memory Where Sleepthe Joys Of Other Years.

Baptize The Nations! Far And Nigh,the Triumphs Of The Cross Recordthe Name Of Jesus Glorify,till Every People Call Him Lord.

There Is A Flower, A Little Flower With Silver Crest And Golden Eye, That Welcomes Every Changing Hour, And Weathers Every Sky.

Beyond This Vale Of Tears There Is A Life Above. Unmeasured By The Flight Of Years; And All That Life Is Love.

Time Is Eternity Begun.