Something, Dear Lord, for Thee.
SOMETHING, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Toiling by day, or watching by night,
Trust in the darkness, or joy in the light,
Walking by faith when thou givest not sight—
This it may be. Something, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Yielding the treasures which we call our own,
Learning to walk through this cold world alone,
Bearing all pain without murmur or moan;
This it may be. Something, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Whate'er the cross that on us be laid,
Taking it meekly, with hearts undismayed,
Looking to thee for all comfort and aid—
This it may be. Something, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Short is the time which thou grantest us here,
Oh! may we spend it in thy holy fear,
Seeking thy sorrowful children to cheer;
This it may be. Something, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Thou who dost freely all blessings bestow,
Guiding and guarding thro' weal and thro' woe,
If in thy vineyard some good seed we sow—
This it may be. Something, dear Lord, for Thee,
Something for Thee!
Oh, when these swift-gliding years have all fled,
And our life-record by angels is read,
May Thy benediction rest on our head,
'Twas done for Me.