Paying a visit to sorrow’s abode,
Helping a burdened one o’er a rough road,
This sweet thought making duty delight,
Turning the shadows of gloom into light—
Just to please Jesus.
Staying at home with the children, perchance,
Watching the sick one’s oft-wandering glance,
Sweeping and dusting, and tidying home,
Deeds not recorded neath Fame’s painted
dome—
Just to please Jesus.
Turning the eye from the vanity show,
Sparkling and flashing with glittering glow,
Turning away to the quiet and calm,
Singing in secret a Thanksgiving Psalm—
Just to please Jesus.
Swinging the hammer if duty demands,
Plying the needle with quick, willing hands,
Using the pencil, the pick or the pen,
Serving my Lord and my own fellowmen—
Just to please Jesus.
Giving a smile or taking a hand,
Leading lost feet to a far better Land,
Doing and thinking, and hearing and seeing,
Eating and drinking, and working and being—
Just to please Jesus.