By willing service now.
II
Let no depressing thought
My brooding mind depress;
But let me hear, in winning tones,
What they who serve possess,
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
III
Let sunshine flood the soul,
When threatening night descends,
By willing service now.
Let no depressing thought
My brooding mind depress;
But let me hear, in winning tones,
What they who serve possess,
Where gladness fills each heart, etc.
Let sunshine flood the soul,
When threatening night descends,