The Sunday School Teacher’s Reward

Ye shall shine as the stars

In the fade­less for­ev­er

Who turn un­to Je­sus

The per­ish­ing here

Who gent­ly are lead­ing

The lambs to the pas­ture

Where flow­eth the wa­ter

So cool­ing and clear.

Then pray­er­ful­ly

care­ful­ly

Go to your la­bors

And deal with them wise­ly

The souls of your care

Never for­get­ting

Though lof­ty or low­ly

How cost­ly a gem

Is the spir­it they bear.

Souls that look yearn­ing­ly

Ito your fac­es

Catching the beams of

The heav­en­ly light

Turning but slow­ly

From sin’s de­sert plac­es

Into the beau­ti­ful path­way of light.

Better

by far

than

All world­ly be­stow­ment

Is the re­ward that

Your se­rvice will win;

Turning to right­eous­ness

Souls of the child­ren

Stooping to ga­ther

The poor­est ones in.

Time

with its guer­dons

O hon­or and trea­sure

Soon will be lost in

The mea­sure­less sea

But yon­der a crown

That is starred with the glo­ry

Of souls for thy hire

Will be wait­ing for thee.

Then turn not thy hand from

The work that’s be­fore thee

Nor suf­fer thy heart

To grow care­less and cold;

The seeds ye are sow­ing

With pa­tience and pray­er

Ere long will be wav­ing

In har­vests of gold.

And work

with a will

For the ag­es are be­ing

Condensed in the cycles

Of won­der­ful years;

The tread of the Migh­ty One

Goeth be­fore thee

And soon will the dawn

Of His bright­ness ap­pear.

Not long may it be till

The Mas­ter shall call thee;

Not long till the time

Of thy mis­sion is o’er—

Then work while the day lasts

And e’er the night’s sha­dow

Shall ga­ther its gloom

And ye la­bor no more.