“LIKE AS WE.”
The Master stood ’mid His angel band
In one of His mansions fair ;
And He heard from over the golden strand
Many a prayer.
A child of Mine is in need,” He said
To a shining form at His side—
A child of Mine is in need of bread—
Haste, and provide.”
And unto one on His other hand—
“Lo ! one of My little ones weeps,
Alone and sad in a stranger’s land—
Stay till she sleeps.
“And one is forsaken, and one bereft,
And one is groaning in pain ;
By the hand it loved best one heart is cleft
Bleeding in twain.