He has sown in faith through many years,
And rich have the harvests been;
His forward look is a look of trust,
For the sheaves are still coming in.
Ah! Brother, thy summons to riches' quest
Was the call of the Voice Divine;
Thou hast shaped thy will to the Master's word,
And Infinite wealth is thine.
'Twas thy constant aim, from the fields of Time,
Eternal treasures to win;