Does nothing from that daily toil Thro’ all the years abide?
We scan the wide world o’er, nor find. In any clime or land,
One single, sacred, treasured thing Wrought out by Jesus’ hand.
3. But wheresoe’er a Christian child Does on the earth fulfil....
With humble, rev’rent, tender heart The heav’nly Father’s will,
The work, tho’ mean and poor to view With heav’nly grace is fraught,
Since age to age it passes on The lesson Jesus taught.
THE FATHER’S WILL
