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DOE YE NEXTE THYNGE

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 30, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 44.

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“DOE YE NEXTE THYNGE.”

By Alice Armstrong

[Alice Armstrong, in the Baptist Argus.]
The mysterious thread of life, Which lies in a tangled skein Of duties and joys and voiceless hopes, All knotted at times with pain, Will untwist its vexed string As you “doe ye nexte thynge.”
The duties of every day Coil closely from head to feet, Till, throbbing with pain, the heart and brain Against the dread meshes beat: Would your heart soar and sing? Only “doe ye nexte thynge.”
Ambition, with mighty greed For riches, or fame, or place, Entwines round the soul its web of lust And strangles each heavenly grace: Would you live by the Word? Give “ye firste thynges” to God.
With peace in the heart and mind, Life’s skein, in its tangled maze, Unravels its mysteries one by one, E’en down to the end of days: Then “ye laste thyngge” will be To pass over Death’s sea.