“I am not sent a pilgrim here,
My heart with earth to fill;
But I am here God’s grace to learn,
And serve God’s sovereign will.
“He leads me on, through smiles and tears,
Grief follows gladness still;
But let me welcome both alike,
Since both work out His will.
“The strong man’s strength to toil for Christ,
The fervent preacher’s skill,
I sometimes wish, but better far
To be just what God will.
“I know not how this languid life
May life’s vast ends fulfill;
He knows; and that life is not lost
That answers well His will.
“No service in itself is small
None great, though earth it fill;
But that is small that seeks its own,
And great that seeks God’s will.
“Then hold my hand, most gracious Lord!
Guide all my goings still;
And let this be my life’s one aim,
To do or bear Thy will.”
ML-03/25/1962