p. 7 | Workers with Him by R. Wright Hay

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 18, 1913

Workers with Him

By R. Wright Hay

(R. Wright Hay, in "Missionary Magazine")

The night lies dark upon the earth, and we have light; So many have to grope their way, and we have sight; One path is theirs and ours,—of sin and care,— But we are borne along, and they their burdens bear. Footsore, heart-weary, faint they on their way, Mute in their sorrow, while we kneel and pray; Glad are they of a stone on which to rest, While we lay pillowed on the Father's breast.

Father, why is it that these children roam, And I with thee, so glad, at rest, at home? Is it enough to keep the door ajar, In hope that some may see the gleam afar, And guess that it is home, and urge their way To reach it, haply, somewhere and some day? May I not go and lend them of my light? May not mine eyes be unto them for sight? May not the brother-love Thy love portray, And news from home make home less far away?

Yes, Christ hath said that as from Thee He came To seek and save, so hath He, in His name, Sent us to these; and Father, we would go, Glad in Thy love that Thou hast willed it so, That we should be partakers in the joy Which even on earth knows naught of earth's alloy,— The joy which grows as others' griefs grow less, And would not live but for its power to bless.