Soldier of the Future e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Take Thou the Vision; 10, it stands Securely wrought: it is not mine. Take Thou the toil Of human hands, The Vision and the Toil are Thine. I am Thy servant; I but speak The message of Thy silent lips; Mine is the utterance - how weak! But Thine the strong Apocalypse. Dread grace of God, transcending law, On Thee my human spirit leant; Me Thou didst choose; forgive the flaw Within Thy faulty instrument.