His Lamp Am I

To shine where He shall say―
And lamps are not for sunny rooms,
Nor for the light of day,
But for dark places of the earth,
Where shame and wrong and crime have birth,
Or for the murky twilight gray,
Where wandering sheep have gone astray;
Or where the light of faith grows dim,
And souls are groping after Him.
And as sometimes a flame we find,
Clear-shining through the night;
So bright we do not see the lamp,
But only see the light,
So may I shine―His life the flame―
That men may glorify His Name.
Annie Johnston Flint