WHAT wouldst thou do? His praises sing,
To Him in gladsome worship bring
Earth's purest lays-earth's sweetest songs
To Whom all harmony belongs.
What wouldst thou do? Go, speak His name,
His wondrous love and grace proclaim;
Till hundreds, thousands, prostrate fall,
And own Him Savior, Lord of all.
What wouldst thou do? Go, work for Him
In fevered haunt, or alley dim;
Succor the poor, support the faint,
And cheer each sick and suffering saint.
What wouldst thou do? Go forth and fight,
Strong in His strength, His power my might;
Victorious then, my trophies lay
Down at His feet at close of day.
What wouldst thou do? Die for His sake.
Who died for me; Oh! let Him take
My life, my all, and let me be,
My Savior, always, all for Thee.
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He asks not these. He saith, " Obey
My voice and sit at home to-day;
I have a task for thee to learn,
If thou a meed of praise wouldst earn."
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" Stay here, sit still, do naught for Thee,
My heart, that hounded forth so free,
Is now like some poor caged bird,
Since I Thy grave command have heard."
Obedience is a harder thing
Than anthems on the air to fling,
Than eloquence more arduous far,
Harder than labor or than war.
Thou canst not do one deed aright,
Not one act pleasing in His sight,
Except thou have His sure command,
Take all thy orders from His hand,
If He says, " Fight My battles here,"
Thou mayest go forth without a fear;
If lie bid sing, or speak, or do,
No matter what, He'll bring thee through.
But wouldst thou run, untaught, unsent,
Thy life itself were vainly spent;
Rather thy soul with patience nerve,
Until He saith, " Arise and serve."
Better than sacrifice is this,
Herein and here alone is bliss,
To catch His smile, to hear Him say,
"Thou hast fulfilled My will to-day."