Nothing but patience for this life,--nothing but triumph in the next.

Sometimes the present predominates, sometimes the future; but the combination is always implied.

In the following, for instance, we hear simply the patience.
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THIS WORLD ALMOST DONE.
"Brudder, keep your lamp trimmin' and a-burnin', Keep your lamp trimmin' and a-burnin', Keep your lamp trimmin' and a-burnin', For dis world most done.
So keep your lamp, &c.
Dis world most done." But in the next, the final reward of patience is proclaimed as plaintively.
VIII.

I WANT TO GO HOME.
"Dere's no rain to wet you, O, yes, I want to go home.
Dere's no sun to burn you, O, yes, I want to go home; O, push along, believers, O, yes, &c.
Dere's no hard trials, O, yes, &c.
Dere's no whips a-crackin', O, yes, &c.
My brudder on de wayside, O, yes, &c.
O, push along, my brudder, O, yes, &c.
Where dere's no stormy weather, O, yes, &c.
Dere's no tribulation, O, yes, &c.
This next was a boat-song, and timed well with the tug of the oar.
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