Shall chant itself its own beatitudes, After its own life working. A child-kiss, Set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee glad ; A poor man, served by thee, shall make thee rich; A sick man, helped by thee, shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest. Mortality. "And we shall be changed." E dainty mosses, lichens grey, Brown leaves that with aërial grace If we, God's conscious creatures, knew But with an equal patience sweet, Knowing each germ of life He gives Being that of His being lives May change, but never dies. Ye dead leaves, dropping soft and slow, 44 My times are in Thy hands." ATHER, I know that all my life, Is portioned out for me, And the changes that are sure to come I do not fear to see; But I ask Thee for a patient mind, I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise, I would not have the restless will Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go. Wherever in the world I am, I have a fellowship with hearts, And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait. So I ask Thee for the daily strength, And a mind to blend with outward life, If Thou be glorified. And if some things I do not ask, In my cup of blessing be, I would have my spirit filled the more More careful-than to serve Thee much There are briars besetting every path, And an earnest need for prayer; But the lowly heart that leans on Thee, In a service which Thy will appoints, For my inmost heart is taught "the truth," And a life of self-renouncing love Is a life of liberty. |