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From the July 1902 issue of The Christian Science Journal

Unto thy service, oh my Father gracious, To do thy will alone, I gladly yield, To utter, day by day, thy words so precious, As for them, day by day, is need revealed; Unto thy service, as to tryst appointed, Content, though on my brow the thorns be pressed, For heart, hands, lips, have been by thee anointed,— The spirit of thy Love on me doth rest. Unto thy service, planning not, nor knowing The place, the hour, the task, of ministry.