MY eyes, responsive to my heart,
With tenderness grow dim,
When soften’d by His loving, I
Consider this of Him —
That He hath said (O gracious lips!
O grace that can fulfill!)
That every labor, every gift,
And cup of water chill,
For others’ needs, and in His Name,
He will remember still!
He will remember — He Who guides
The stars along their way,
Who holds the waters in His Hand,
All tireless, night and day
With energy of love and care,
And fills all Time and Space,
For what I do, or try, or bear,
Has time and thought and place!
But hear, my soul, this other word —
He is so great, and yet
Who guides the stars, and all their names
Remembers — can forget!
For when my deepest stains appear,
My sins enormous debts,
He Who remembers faultlessly
The Mighty God — forgets!
Norah C. Elev.