The humble one, whose earnest prayer Is whispered every day, Whose mind is steadfast in the truth, Whose lips no ill can say; Whose hands are ever faithful To the common daily task, Who finds the service worth his while, Nor thanks nor praise doth ask; Whose ears are tuned to charity, To hear its softest plea; Whose eyes in every phase of life Some goodness always see; Whose feet can follow steadily A path grown rough and steep And learn to walk more surely still, Though life's black night be deep— That one will earn life's richest gifts, And conquer time and space; That one will learn eternal life. And see God face to face.
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