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THE KING’S BUSINESS
“I jes uon ’ know ef de kohn it grow, But I plants hit jes’ de same; I jes’ don’ know ef de wind’ll blow, But I watch an’ pray, an’ I reap an’ sow, An’ de sun he rise, an’ de ribber flow, An’ de good Lawd know my name. “I jes’ can’t tell ef de cotton sell, But I toils on jes’ de same; De birds they build where de spring sap swell, An’ dey know enough for a rainy spell, An’ dat’s lots more dan dey gwine to tell.— And de good Lawd know my name.” “So I watch an pray as I goes my way, An’ I toils on jes’ de same; De rose is sweet, but de rose can’t stay, But I’m mighty glad when it blooms my way; De night fall dark, but de Lawd send day, An’ de good Lawd know my name.” —Frank L. Stanton. J esus only—at the rising, At the setting of the sun; Jesus only—in the toiling, Till the busy day is done. Jesus only—in the feeding On the bounty spread for me; Jesus only—in the pleading At the mercy seat so free. Jesus only, in the twilight, . Giveth His beloved sleep; Jesus only cheers the midnight, In the shadows dark and deep. Jesus only—in the pages Of the God-inspired seers; Jesus only—through the ages Throned among the cycling spheres. Jesus only—dearest, fairest, None can be compared to Thee; Worthy all the crowns Thou wearest Save the thorns once worn for me.
“A wake and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb, Wake every heart and every tongue To praise the Saviour’s name. “Sing of His dying love; Sing of His rising power. Sing how He intercedes above For those whose sin He bore. I asked for just a crumb of bread. Within His banquet-hall he spread A bounteous feast on every side— My hungry soul was satisfied. I asked for just a ray of light To guide me through the gloomy night, And lo, there shone along my way The noon-tide glory of the day. I asked for just a little aid, As I stood trembling and afraid. With strength I had not known before He made me more than conqueror. I asked for just a bit of love, For love is sweet. From heaven above The words came now with meaning new, “Upon the Cross I died for you.” . —Faith Wells. H owever the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing nags And echoing roll of drums, Still Truth proclaims this motto
In letters of living light: No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
Let those who have failed take courage; Though the enemy seem to have won, Though his ranks be Strong, if he be in the wrong, The battle is not yet done. For sure as the morning follows
The darkest hour of night, No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
—1. H. S.
—Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
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