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Where, on the dusty wayside,
 The traveller had been,
Stood One, in heavenly beauty,
 With more than regal mien.

"'I thank thee,' said the Stranger,
 'For all thy cares afford,
For rest, and food, and welcome,
 Beside thy simple board.'
'Nay, Lord,' I said,' what succor
 Have I bestowed on Thee?'
'Thy service to my servant
 Hath all been done to Me.'

"Oh, it was well worth watching
 A summer's day alone;
Well worth the weary waiting,
 To hear His sweet 'Well done!'
Is it too small a matter?—
 That in man's foolish pride,
He scorns one heart to gladden
 For which the Saviour died."

O ever blessed Master!
 Thy field hath need of all,
And better, stronger servants
 Stand ready at Thy call;