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n set my face to the town; He said, "My child, do you yield? Will you leave the flowers for the crown?" Then into His hand went mine, And into my heart came He; And I walk in a light divine The path I had feared to see. --George Macdonald. MY SERVICE I asked the Lord to let me do Some mighty work for Him; To fight amid His battle hosts, Then sing the victor's hymn. I longed my ardent love to show, But Jesus would not have it so. He placed me in a quiet home, Whose life was calm and still, And gave me little things to do, My daily round to fill; I could not think it good to be Just put aside so silently. Small duties gathered round my way, They seemed of earth alone; I, who had longed for conquests bright To lay before His throne, Had common things to do and bear, To watch and strive with daily care. So then I thought my prayer unheard, And asked the Lord once more That He would give me work for Him And open wide the door; Forgetting that my Master knew Just what was best for me to do. Then quietly the answer came, "My child, I hear thy cry; Think not that mighty deeds alone Will bring the victory. The battle has been planned by Me, Let daily life thy conquests see." PASS IT ON Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on. It was not given to you alone, Pass it on. Let it travel through the years; Let it wipe another's tears; Till in heaven the deed appears, Pass it on. Have you found the heavenly light? Pass it on. Souls are groping in the night, Daylight gone. Lift your lighted lamp on high, Be a star in some one's sky, He may live who else would die. Pass it on. GIVING AND TAKING Who gives, and hides the giving hand, Nor counts on favor, fame, or praise, Shall find his smallest gift outweighs The burden of the sea and land. Who gives to whom hath naught been given, His gift in need, though small indeed As is the grass-blade's wind-blown seed, Is large as earth and rich as heaven. --John Greenleaf Whittier, from Tinnevaluna of India. ONE PATH TO LIGHT What is the world? A wandering maze, Where sin hath tracked a thousa
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