WHEN I MET THE MASTER I had walked life's way with an easy tread, Had followed where comforts and pleasures led; Until one day in a quiet place I met my Master, face to face. I had builded my castles, had reared them high With their tops had pierced the blue of the sky; I had sworn to rule with an iron mace Till I met the Master face to face. With station and rank and wealth as my goal Much thought for my body and none for my soul; I had entered to win in life's mad race When I met the Master face to face. I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me; And I faltered and fell at His feet that day, While my castles melted and vanished away. Melted and vanished and in their place Naught else did I see but the Mas ter's face. And I cried aloud, " 0 make me meet To follow the steps of thy wounded feet." My "thoughts are now for the souls of men I have lost my life to find it again E'er since one day— in a quiet place I met the Master face to face. THE REAPER Let me labor in Thy harvest More than ever in the past, Reaping in what Thou hast planted, Till I dwell with Thee at last; That before Thy throne eternal I may have some fruit to bring, Not my work— the fruit of Calvary, All Thine own, my Lord and King.
ENCOURAGEMENT We cannot judge by what we see, I can't judge you, you can't judge me. Because I smile and hide my pain and seem day after day the same, It doesn't mean that I go through life, without sorrow, care or strife; I've learned to hide them in my heart and to keep my sorrow there apart. There's sorrow for us all, dear one, yours may not be as hard as some; We cannot see into the heart, it may be bleeding, it may smart. It may be behind that smile so bright, that tears flow freely through the night; But just a word of friendly cheer, may lift the load or dry a tear. No matter how our heart may ache, let's hide our grief for other's sake And point to Him who gives us grace to wear that smile upon, our face. The Man of Sorrows, acquainted with grief, will bring such blessed, sweet relief. And we'll awaken some glad day to find our clouds all blown away. IN HIS HANDS In the center of the circle Of the love of God I stand, There can be no "second causes," All must come from His dear hands; All is well, for is it not M y Father who my life hath plan ned? Shall I pass through waves of sorrow? Then I know it will be best; Though I cannot tell the reasons, I can trust, and so am blest; God is love, and God is faithful, So in perfect peace I rest. With the shade and with the sun shine, With the joy and with the pain, God, I trust Thee! both are needed, Me, Thy wayward child to train, Earthly loss) did we but know it, Often means our heavenly gain.
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