CHRIST never asks of us such heavy labor
As leaves no time for resting at His feet;
The waiting attitude of expectation
He ofttimes counts a service most complete.
He sometimes wants our ear—our rapt attention—
That He some sweetest secret may impart.
'Tis always in the time of deepest stillness
That heart finds deepest fellowship with heart.
We sometimes wonder why our Lord doth place us
Within a sphere so narrow, so obscure,
That nothing we call work can find an entrance;
There's only room to suffer—to endure!
Well, God loves patience! Souls that dwell in stillness,
Doing the little things or resting quite,
May just as perfectly fulfil their mission,
Be just as useful in the Father's sight,
As they who grapple with some giant evil,
Clearing a path that every eye may see;
Our Saviour cares for cheerful acquiescence
Rather than for a busy ministry.
And yet He does love service, where 'tis given
By grateful love that clothes itself in deed;
But work that's done beneath the scourge of duty,
Be sure to such He gives but little heed.
Then seek to please Him, whatso'er He bids thee,
Whether to do, to suffer, or be still;
'Twill matter little by what path He led us,
If in it all we sought to do His will.
