"NOT TO BE MINISTERED UNTO, BUT TO MINISTER."
Could we know the woes and sorrows
Of each precious human heart,
Would we not, with Christian spirit,
In each burden share a part?
If we all, with self rejected,
Stood with ever open hand,
How we might, with loving fingers,
Scatter truth o'er all the land, Lifting up the poor and needy
From the depths of sin and woe,
Throwing sunshine o'er sad spirits,
Scattering smiles where'er we go,
Lighting up each darkened pathway
With a song of Jesus' love,
Making life a beauteous picture,
For the heavenly courts above. We should live each for the other,
Sharing every joy and pain,
Working for the blessed Master
In his fields of rip'ning grain.
Should the way be hedged with briars,
And the clouds hang dark the while,
Thy reward will be the greater,
Sweetened by God's loving smile.
—Selected.