1 Commissioned by the great I AM
I leave my friends and home,
To spread the triumphs of His name,
O’er desert wastes I roam.
2 While the whole counsel of the Lord,
I shun not to declare,
May sinners fall before the Word,
And lift their hearts in prayer.
3 My soul, at times, is much cast down,
And pressed with pain and toil,
But I’ll not dread the sinner’s frown,
Nor will I court their smile.
4 Though grief and sorrow be my lot,
I shortly shall be free;
And whether I’m reproached or not,
May God remember me.
5 I soon shall quit this cumbrous clay,
And fly to Jesus’ breast;
Angels will bear my soul away,
To everlasting rest.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12737