AS WE ARE.
God knows us as we are, and as we fain would be;
How great, how grand our work, if we the end could see;
We feel within the soul the strength to rise above
The pressing cares of earth, upborne, upheld by love.
God knows us as we are, whatever we may do
The strivings of the heart lie open to His view;
He sees our present place, the height we may attain,
He bids us persevere, nor hope, nor live in vain.
God knows us as we are, He listens when we speak
And blesses ev’ry plan to help the poor, the weak;
Is quick to cheer the faint, the willing feet direct,
Goes with us all the way to comfort, to protect.
God knows us as we are; His loving kindness gave
A conqueror to snatch sweet victory from the grave.
In Him alone we stand triumphant, evermore,
For He will lead us home, through Christ, the Living Door.
CAN THE WILLING HANDS BE WEARY?
Can the willing hands be weary?
When they carry sweetest cheer,
Into lives too dark and dreary
Lives too oft beset by fear;
Lives whose only glimpse of pleasure
It is blessed to bestow.
There are gifts we may not measure,
Gifts that only love may know.
Can our hurried footsteps falter
When we do a kindly deed?
Can a trifle serve to alter
What would save a soul in need?
Can we pause to weigh the chances,
Or refuse to heed each call?
Lo, a pleasant word enhances
Just the treasure gift of all.