So lowly, and so human, they must go
By painful steps to scale the mountain height.
‘Not unto all the tuneful lips are given,
The ready tongue, the words so strong and sweet;
Yet all may turn, with humble, willing “feet,”
And bear to darkened souls the light from heaven.
‘And fall they while the goal far distant lies,
With scarce a word yet spoken for their Lord—
His sweet approval He doth yet accord;
Their “feet” are beauteous in the Master’s eyes.