58 BOLDLY. O, WHAT A LOVELY SIGHT. E. C. REVONS. 4. To see our tender youth 1 O, what a lovely sight, Follow the Saviour with delight, 2 Tey who begin so soon, With swifter speed shall run; More bright and sweet shall be their noon, 3 When we can work no more, They shall the cause extend, Till every knee, from shore to shore. |