If no kindness we have shown, Seeking to be first of all, Shall we gain a “welcome home” When we hear the Master’s call?
When life’s busy day is past, Will He question you and me Who was first, and who was last, In the worldly victory?
If earth’s laurels we have won, And Heaven’s glories are denied, Shall we hear the words: “Well done,” And our souls be satisfied?
Ere the prize we seek is gone, And the triumph comes too late, Love of fame shall urge us on But the angels whisper:—“Wait.”
WHAT HE SAID.
“Come and play with me,” he said; And I saw his curly head Peeping thro’ the fence below. He was four and I was three And he beckoned unto me So I could not say him no.
“Come and live with me,” he said; And I saw his manly head Where the threads of silver grow. He was passing forty-three And he pleaded long with me So I could not say him no.