My Hands Shall Not Be Idle by Mrs. M. J. Smith

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Apr 25, 1878

My Hands Shall Not Be Idle.

By Mrs. M. J. Smith

My hands shall not hang idly down, When there is so much work to do; When so much seed is to be sown, And laborers are still so few.

Why should I sit with folded palms, Why study my own wants and ease; When to my ears there comes for help, A call on every passing breeze.

Rouse slothful heart go sow the seed, God gives with willing hand, broadcast; Fear not the heat of noontide's sun, Nor yet the evening's chilly blast.

'Tis thine to sow, nor question if Thine eyes shall see the golden grain; God watches o'er the buried seed, Thy labor shall not be in vain. MRS. M. J. SMITH.