The South African MISSIONARY quot tiff up your eyes and look on the fields for they are white already to harvest quot VOLUME XII The Future I CANNOT see the morrow Its joys or stings What pleasures or what sorrow The New Year brings But God apos s own hand is leading And old days are receding And so His guidance heeding My spirit sings None know what friends may leave us As years go by What trusted ones may grieve us May change or die And future seasons
