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One Day's Work

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 12, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 50.

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One Day's Work

By Eliza H. Morton

ELIZA H. MORTON
The legend runs, an angel came and said To one on earth: Behold, The record of a fellow worker here, More precious far than gold.
He soothed a crying child, and little thought The act was written down, And made to shine in kingly courts above, As stars within a crown.
He helped a crippled man to cross the street, And spoke a kindly word, Which echoed on and on through earth and sky Till every angel heard.
He touched the hand of one in pain, and said: “My Jesus lives to save. For you he died, and he can help and heal And bless your soul; be brave.”
He gave a weary one a smile of cheer, Sincere and sweet and true; A soul responded to that smile, and rose With strength to plan and do.
He sang a song of hope at close of day, A song of faith and trust; And one discouraged heard that song, and said, “Believe I will and must.”
And thus his hours were spent in little things, Too small, he thought, to be Noticed by God, and yet the record stands Approved eternally.
O ye who seek to do the Master's will, Working by night and day, Remember this: the highest service lies Close by the traveled way.
Portland, Maine.