Pick Up Your Oar, Sweet -
Pick up your oar, sweet -
And row by me forthwith
Away from the huddled reeds;
Away - away, my intrepid!
The canyon rim keeps us
And also the foot of time
And sufficient tenderness
To carry us on wave and whim.
What will we find further on?
Jesus and the angels expect
What lies on the horizon
So let's go there on account.
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