NEGLECT It is so human to neglect The things that God would have you do; Just putting off from day to day Your duties old and duties new, Expecting later on in life You'll gather up the odds and ends, And bless your neighbors more than now And prove to them you are their friends. But somehow duties drift away Which you can never overtake, And things today that should be done So many, many just forsake; Or maybe say unto themselves, "This should be done, but it can wait," But when a little time slips by They sadly find it is too late. Neglect, neglect, O "thief of time," Just think of how it steals and robs, And when life's golden years are gone It brings so many sighs and throbs! Therefore, today make this resolve, That you will do your duty now, Accepting each thing when it comes As to the will of God you bow. — Rev. Walter E. Isenhour OTHERS Lord, help me to live from day to day In such a self-forgetful way, That even when I kneel to pray M y prayer will be for OTHERS. Help me in all the work I do To ever be sincere and true, And know that all I do for you Must needs be done for OTHERS. Let self be crucified and slain And buried deep, and all in vain May efforts be to rise again, Unless to live for OTHERS. And when my work on earth is done And my new work in heaven begun, May I forget the crown I've won While thinking stiJI of OTHERS.
THE VOICE OF ONE W HO WEPT Today I heard the voice of one
Who wept in far-off land Because of sin and misery,
And begged with outstretched hand For, one small lamp to light hi$ dark. Now feign I would have slept, So stopped my ears, but in my heart That sobbing voice still wept. And then I heard the voice of one Who counted not the cost, But left His ivory palaces To seek and save the lost. He said, "The sound of one who weeps Is coming up to me. Dost thou forget that last command Which I gave unto thee, To preach my Word to all the world?" Oh, bitter be our shame! Still hopeless millions walk the earth Who never heard His name, And still the world spends lavishly In every crowded mart, And still the voice of Him who wept Is sobbing in my heart! — Martha Snell Nicholson LIV IN G THE W A Y WE PRAY I knelt to pray when day was done, And prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone! Lift from each saddened heart the pain, And let the sick be well again/' And then I woke another day, And carelessly went on my way. I did not try to share the load Of any brother on my road; I did not even go to see The sick man next door to me. Yet once again when day was done, I prayed, "O Lord, bless everyone." But as I prayed, into my ear There came a voice that whispered clear, "Pause, hypocrite, before you pray; Whom have you tried to bless today? God's sweetest blessings always flow Through hands that serve Him here below." And then I hid my face and cried, "Forgive me, Lord, for I have lied; Let me see another day And I will live the way I pray."
Others, Lord, yes, others— Let this my motto be; Help me to live for OTHERS That I may live like Thee.
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