CUMBERED WITH MUCH SERVING

CHRIST never asks of us such arduous labor

As leaves no time for resting at His feet;

This waiting attitude of expectation

He oft times counts a service most complete.

He sometimes wants our ear, our rapt attention,

 That He some sweetest secret may impart;

‘Tis always in the time of deepest silence

That heart finds fullest fellowship with heart.

We sometimes wonder why the Lord has placed us

 Within a sphere so narrow, so obscure,

That nothing we call work can find an entrance;

There’s only room to suffer—to endure.

Well, God loves patience; souls that dwell in stillness,

Doing the little things, or resting quite,

May just as perfectly fulfil their mission,

 Be just as useful in the Father’s sight,

As they who grapple with some giant evil,

 Clearing a path that every eye may see;

Our Savior cares for cheerful acquiescence

Rather than for a busy ministry.

And yet He does love service, where ‘tis given

 By grateful love that clothes itself in deed;

But work that’s done beneath the scourge of duty.

 Be sure to such He gives but little heed.

Then seek to please Him, whatso’er He bids thee,

Whether to do, to suffer, to lie still;

‘Twill matter little by what path He leads us,

If in it all we sought to do His will.

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