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.
What matter? Thou wilt lead, and I, in going,
Shall succor those to whom thou guidest me.
Perchance as Paul, where eager crowds are straying,
Haply as Philip, in some desert way,
Unto thy service, pausing not. nor staying,
With earnest purpose go I forth to-day.
Unto thy service, knowing not, nor caring.
Beyond thy guiding hand, each day and hour;
Content that with the Master I am sharing
Some portion of thy great, uumeasured power.
Keeping each holy tryst of thine appointing,
Feeling the thorns, and yet withal content;
Conscious that heart and hands know Love's anointing,
Are freed to serve by that blest sacrament.
