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Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 4, 1882

YOUR WORK.

THE low-turf grass is not a stately tree, Nor yet a lovely and all-fragrant rose; It yields no nectar to the grateful bee, Nor fashions for their transit o'er the sea The hearts of oak revered by friends and foes.

But think of it as lightly as you will, Passing it over in your careless tread, It has its own peculiar place to fill; And humble as its work appeareth, still Nor oak, nor rose, could do that work instead.

So, fellow-Christian, through life's transient day, There is a special work marked out for you; It may be of the lowliest kind, it may Be such as shall the loftiest powers display; But none beside yourself your work can do.

Then bend in meekness at your Saviour's throne, And seek to learn the purpose of his grace; Ask Him who has so oft your duty shown, To point you out the work that is your own, And tell you where to find your proper place.

"What wilt thou have me do?" With single eye To your Redeemer's glory, work for him; Illumined every moment from on high, Strive in each action God to glorify, Nor let one thought of self life's radiance dim.

Work, work, nor covet an ignoble rest; Allow no sloth thy spirit to beguile. Those love the Saviour most who serve him best; And he who blesses others, shall be blessed With the full sunshine of his Saviour's smile.