Dedicated to a service high and holy from above;
Guided by the inward teaching of a heavenly Father's love,
Listening to the soft monitions whispered in her spirit's ear,
Answering to the call like Samuel, "Lo, my Father, I am here,"
Child-like in her meek submission, His appointing to fulfil,
Trusting in His strength for safety, she went forth to do His will.
Bearing up His "ark of promise," she the weak became the strong,
In her heart a hymn of praising, on her lips a triumph song;
"Thou hast vanquished, O my Saviour—Thou who bore my sins for me;
Sanctify with thy anointing sacrifices made for thee.