"What matters it? Love counteth not the cost."
O Christ, Redeemer, Master! I who stand
Beneath the pressure of thy gracious hand—
What is the service thou wouldst have from me?
What is the burden to be borne for thee?
I, too, would say, though care and fear exhaust,
"What matters it? Love counteth not the cost."
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LOVE OF HOME
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums