Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!
142.
6 & 10s. M.
*Mrs. Miles.
Looking unto Jesus.
1 It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay
Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!
6 & 10s. M.
*Mrs. Miles.
1 It was no path of flowers,
Which, through this world of ours,
Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread;
And shall we in dismay