2 No offering is made in vain;
Some human soul shall feel our love;
E’en weary hours of toil and pain
Shall help to lift our souls above:
And may our recompense be given,
In leading many souls to heaven!
3 And still trust on! with trembling hand,
’Tis ours a little seed to sow;
It springs at the divine command,—
Shall, if God will, to ripeness grow;