JUST WHERE YOU STAND The Lord has need of us just where we are, Some in our homes and others afar. We are His witnesses on sea or on land, So let us be faithful just where we stand. It may be our portion to clean or to mend, To bring up children with babies to tend. All this can be done as unto the Lord, 'Tis not a small task, little children to guard. Some folk may travel to cannibal lands But God places something in every one's hands. It may be to witness in office or store, Or to carry the gospel to somebody's door. Some may be called to print or to write, That men everywhere may come to the light. Some may be called to pasture the sheep, To teach, to comfort, to strengthen the weak. Some called to sing and others to pray, Some speak over radio day after day. What lies in our hand, be it great, be it small. Give Jesus our lives, our ambitions, our all. It may be our duty to work and sup port those Who are called to give the Word forth, But greatest of all is the service of prayer, Intercession must back every work everywhere. Our body thus working in union with power, Brings joy and salvation in life's darkest hour. Let us offer the Master what lies in our hands, And wherever God calls us, there let us stand.
I KNELT TO PRAY W HEN DAY W A S DONE
I knelt to pray when day was done, And prayed, "Oh, Lord, bless every one; 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. The whole day long I did not try, To wipe a tear from any eye, I did not seek to share the load, Of any brother on the road, I did not even go to see, The sick man just next door to me. And once again when the day was done, I prayed, "Oh, Lord, bless every one." And as I prayed, into my ear there came, A voice that whispered clear, "Pause, hypocrite, before you pray, Whom have you tried to bless to day?" God's sweetest blessings always go, To hands that serve Him here below. And then' I hid my face and cried; "Forgive me God for I have lied, Let me but live another day, And I will live the way I pray." FATHER'S HAND When Father's hands reach out their strength And Father's loved voice calls The baby takes his first small step: What matter if he falls? His Father's hands are there to lift, Gentle, strong, and kind; Boldly he ventures forth, And leaves his crawling days be hind. And all through life a Father's voice Bids men to rise and come, And a Father's hand reaches down its strength To point the pathway Home. But many crawl blindly along life's road, For they never quite understand That they cannot walk upright and sure Without the Father's hand!
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