Not thus honored all our race.
8 Brethren these our perturbations,
Step by step, through many stations,
Lead disciples to their sun.
Soon, though many a pang has wasted,
Soon, though many a death been tasted,
Sorrow’s watch of sighs is done.
9 Though the healthful powers were willing,
All the Master’s will fulfilling
By obedience to be tried,