THE BLESSED TASK.
I SAID: Sweet Master, hear me pray;
For love of Thee the boon I ask;
Give me to do for Thee each day
Some simple, lowly, blessed task.
And listening long with hope elate
I only heard Him whisper, Wait.
For love of Thee the boon I ask;
Give me to do for Thee each day
Some simple, lowly, blessed task.
And listening long with hope elate
I only heard Him whisper, Wait.
The days went by but nothing brought
Beyond the wonted round of care,
And I was vexed with anxious thought,
And found the waiting hard to bear;
But when I sighed, In vain I pray,
I heard Him gently answer, Nay!
Beyond the wonted round of care,
And I was vexed with anxious thought,
And found the waiting hard to bear;
But when I sighed, In vain I pray,
I heard Him gently answer, Nay!
So praying still and waiting on,
And pondering what that waiting meant,
This knowledge sweet at last I won—
And oh the depth of my content!—
My blessed task for every day
Is humbly, gladly to obey.
And pondering what that waiting meant,
This knowledge sweet at last I won—
And oh the depth of my content!—
My blessed task for every day
Is humbly, gladly to obey.
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