ENDEAVOR CONSECRATION HYMN.
By J. N. Davidson
WHERE I may serve Thee best, O Master,
Keep me or send;
Life's days are passing fast and faster,
Soon labor here must end.
Joy is it, blessed Lord, to serve Thee
Where Thou dost call;
Mountain or plain or forest please me;
Things either great or small. Turn my life from self and sadness
Choose the paths for me;
Thy service, Lord, is joy and gladness;
Happy my walk with Thee. In brightest sunshine call to serve Thee;
Call Thou in storm;
Bid me to homes of those who need Thee,
Of known or unknown form;
Call Thou to cities' busy thronging,
Or desert lone;
Send me, with peace, to strife and wronging,
Or to the sad heart's moan. Blessed the loving hand that saved me,—
Hand pierced and torn.
Blessed the tender heart that owned me,
Sinner condemned, forlorn.
Thy loving-kindness, it hath won me,
Love all Thine own;
And, Master, when in joy I meet Thee
Let me not come alone!