Leave we to him to fix the time and place, Of one thing sure, that He knows what is best. DOING GOD'S WILL. "Thy will be done." 'Mid all the bustling scenes of life, 'Mid all its turmoil and its strife, Would'st thou preserve a quiet mind, Would'st thou a certain refuge find, One only thought thy whole soul fill, To do God's will. Let others delve for golden ore, The things around us which appear To those, whose eyes are heavenwards bent, Commend thy soul to God in prayer, One only thought thy whole soul fill, Vex not thyself with curious eye The clouds, that on thy heavens are cast, A MAN'S WORK. "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." Whate'er thou dost, do well; it may not stand It may not be a palace thou dost rear, It may be but a cottage for the poor; No matter; 'tis the Lord's; be of good cheer; Here thou must learn to work; earth is God's school; Let not thy hours in idleness be spent ; Bow thy stiff neck, thy stubborn spirit rule; What thy Lord sets thee, do, and be content. |