I am content to be
What God has made me: honour and renown
I seek not from this world, nor fear its frown.
God knows and honours me. His child and heir
He made me; then what matters it if here
Unknown and poor I live,—a little while,
And I shall bask in His benignant smile
To all eternity.
I am content to do
What God has bid me: He, the Master, knows
What work I am best fit for, and He shows
Me how to do it. His command is law;
His the responsibility. In awe
And fear of failure, I seek to obey
And leave results to Him, and daily pray
To be more faithful, true.
I am content to go
Where God sees fit to send me: everywhere
His presence I can feel, His sweet voice hear,
His footprints see, His guiding hand discern,
His loving-kindness taste, His precepts learn.
Each step, though dark and difficult the way,
Leads me but nearer to eternal day—
Farther from sin and woe.
I am content to take
Life’s good and ill: the hand that holds the rod,
And blessings too, is guided by my God.
He knows best which I need the most, and will
My cup with joy and sorrow wisely fill.
I wish to listen only to His voice
That bids me in prosperity rejoice,
Or suffer for His sake.
I am content to wait
Till Jesus calls me home.—’Tis true I long
To join in that celestial, happy throng,
And sing His praise, and see Him as He is,
And taste the joys of ransomed souls in bliss;
But still, resigned I wait at His command
Until He come to take me by the hand,
And lead me through the gate.
Rev. F. J. Ochse.
Beaconsfield.
NOT HERE.
Here is not the place of rest,
Where sin and sorrow reign;
Where sighs and tears show that the heart
Is filled with grief and pain;
Where strength and beauty fade away;
Where flowers bloom but to decay;
Where sweet emotions cannot stay,
But come to go again.