| J.R. MIller | Page 17 |
We never should forget with what sympathy heaven looks down upon us continually. God is not a hard master. He knows how frail we are. He remembers that we are dust. Therefore he is patient with us. He judges us graciously. If we try to do our best, though we seem to fail, marring our work, he understands and praises what we have done. With such a master we should never lose heart, never grow discouraged, never become depressed, never let gloom or bitterness into our heart, but should always keep brave, hopeful, sweet, forgetting the past and stretching forward, knowing that no life that is true to its best can ever fail.
“Not what we’ve wrought, but what we’ve tried to do!
Thy judgment, Father, we would claim to-night.
The work was blotched, but thou alone does know
How hard we tried, thou readest us aright.
“Tears, and a smile! And smiling through our tears!
Forget, we cannot, Father, pain and loss.
Our sweetest joys we’ve drunk from butter cups:
We’ve learned the inner meaning of the cross.
“Upon thy heart our weary heads we lay!
As little children spent with task and glee
In holy twilight seek their mother’s arms,
Without a fear, O God, we come to thee!
“The old is gone; we gird us for the new!
Since thou hast proved us, we dare undertake
The untried way, the quest through good and ill,
O Master Christ, for thy dear, holy sake!”
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