Father, I come with a willing heart,
Here, in Thy vineyard, to do my part,
Earnestly seeking some humble task,
Patiently waiting the work I ask;
Father, I pray, show me the way,
What shall I do for Thee to-day?
Like silver bells set ringing,
Thought-angels answer, bringing
The message clear:
Lift up the Christ that all may see,
This is your work to do for Me;
Go prove the truth is healing,
Thus God to man revealing
As ever near.
Father, I journey from sense to Soul;
Sometimes afar seems the chosen goal;
Error would hinder my fervent feet,
Rob me of courage, attempt defeat;
Father, I know progress seems slow,
How shall Thy child more swiftly go?
Like silver bells set ringing,
Thought-angels answer, bringing
The message clear:
Lift up the Christ that all may see,
This is your work to do for Me;
Go prove the truth is healing,
Thus God to man revealing
As ever near.
