A word for those who have ceased from all doings of their own in order to be saved—who have “let go the twig,” and are asking, Is there nothing they can do to show their gratitude and love to Jesus, and to their Father in heaven.
“NOTHING to do?” Oh, pause, and look around
At those oppressed with want, and sorrow too!
Look at the wrongs, the sufferings, that abound,
Ere yet thou say’st there’s naught for thee to do.
“Nothing to do?” Are there no hearts that ache,
No careworn breasts that heave an anguished sigh,
No burthens that thy hands may lighter make,
No bitter tears thy sympathy might dry?
Are there no hungry that thy hand may feed,
No sick to aid, no naked to be clad?
Are there no blind whose footsteps thou mightst lead,
No mourning heart that thou couldst make less sad?
“Nothing to do?” Hast thou no store of gold,
No wealth of time that thou shouldst well employ,
No hidden talent that thou shouldst unfold;
No gift that thou shouldst use for others’ joy?
“Nothing to do?” Oh, look without, within!
Be to thy Master and his service true;
Look on the world, its troubles, and its sin,
And own that thou hast much indeed to do!