  As none can fill another’s place We must be faithful as we can, And magnify the work of grace The wisdom of the wondrous plan. We must be kind as kind can be, Or some poor pilgrim fails of bliss; And who would wilfully decree That others should a blessing miss? We must be true, for eager eyes Are gazing on us day by day, They gladly honest worth apprize, We must be true and watch and pray. Be true, and good, and strong, and brave, However difficult the case; For there are countless souls to save And none can fill another’s place. A thousand people come and go And thousands follow as they may, But none another’s grief may know And none his debt of love repay. Although the throng is moving fast, We quickly scan it for a face That smiled upon us in the past; Oh, who can fill another’s place? The smallest talents rightly use; A word in season joy to speak; ’Mid want and sorrow, swift to choose The upward path, however bleak. Beyond the clouds the light is clear Whose cheering presence we would trace, In humble sphere, in proud career, Oh, who can fill another’s place? In humble sphere, in proud career, The vital verdict is the same, And those who nobly persevere This great eternal truth proclaim:— The true, the good, the strong, the brave, With patience run life’s little race For there are countless souls to save And none can fill another’s place. |
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