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THE DIVINE DRUDGE.
God waits on me a Drudge, He brings me treasure
Vaster than all the world, because He bears
Himself, and in my kingdom's shadow shares;
And while He serves, I find a holy leisure
From suffering and the crosses of my cares.
He girds Himself and washeth my soiled feet
Till all the room is with His Presence sweet.
Vaster than all the world, because He bears
Himself, and in my kingdom's shadow shares;
And while He serves, I find a holy leisure
From suffering and the crosses of my cares.
He girds Himself and washeth my soiled feet
Till all the room is with His Presence sweet.
He speaks unto me, soft low accents hidden
And hushed from others, but I know His Voice
That makes the desert of my heart rejoice;
It blossoms like the rose, and though storm-ridden
By doubts and fears I need no lesser choice.
He bathes me in the waters, that still flow
Forth from His broken Heart on hearts below.
And hushed from others, but I know His Voice
That makes the desert of my heart rejoice;
It blossoms like the rose, and though storm-ridden
By doubts and fears I need no lesser choice.
He bathes me in the waters, that still flow
Forth from His broken Heart on hearts below.
God is my Saviour, and the more of labour
I seek from Him I cannot fear to ask,
He is the Toiler and He is the Task;
When I from friends am far, He is next Neighbour,
And in the sunshine of His work I bask.
Ah, often in the triumph of my Trust
I know He is the Broom, the very Dust.
I seek from Him I cannot fear to ask,
He is the Toiler and He is the Task;
When I from friends am far, He is next Neighbour,
And in the sunshine of His work I bask.
Ah, often in the triumph of my Trust
I know He is the Broom, the very Dust.
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