Not as a hireling, Father, would I be,
that, when fierce wolves of error come,
I flee.
Ah, no, a trusted, faithful shepherd would I be
to watch and guard so tenderly Thy sheep
for Thee.
And so, dear Father, now I come to Thee,
praying to serve with love
and deep humility;
and when I've stood the test and
proved sincerity—
though wolves may come—
no hireling will I be.
Poems
SERVICE
From the September 1945 issue of The Christian Science Journal