All unseen the Master walketh
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All unseen the Master walketh By the toiling servant's side; Comfortable words he talketh, While his hands uphold and guide. Grief nor pain nor any sorrow Rends thy breast to him unknown; He today and he tomorrow Grace sufficient gives his own. Holy strivings nerve and strengthen, Long endurance wins the crown; When the evening shadows lengthen, Thou shalt lay thy burden down. |
Erus servo laboranti comes haud conspectus it, quem cum voce consolanti fulcit atque dirigit. Suis ille, qui dolentem bene te cognoverit, gratiam sufficientem cras ut hodie dabit. Fortis exercendo fies, vincitur durantibus;, vesperascet ubi dies, tuum depones onus. |