Commissioned by the Great I AM

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.

While the whole coun­sel of the Lord

I shun not to de­clare

May sin­ners fall be­fore the Word

And lift their hearts in pray­er.

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.

Though grief and sor­row be my lot

I short­ly shall be free;

And whe­ther I’m re­proached or not

May God re­mem­ber me.

I soon shall quit this cum­brous clay

And fly to Je­sus’ breast;

Angels will bear my soul away

To ev­er­last­ing rest.