Sweet Is My Task

Lord, as my offering
Gifts of myself I bring--
           Sweet is my task.

Walking the brambled way
Seeking the lambs who stray;
Teaching a child to pray ...
           Sweet is my task.

Seed time and harvest too
I would be hands for You,
           (Humbly I ask.)
Yours, my Lord, riven through--
           Sweet is my task.

Let Us Keep Faith

The peace of sculptured silence rests tonight

Where men gave life for man. On hallowed strands

Beauty conceals the countenance of death.

In love let us keep faith. Ours are the hands

To give the loaves and fishes and to ring

The Temple bells; our feet to walk the sea

All unafraid; our voice in ruth return

The prodigal to Him of Galilee.

Ours be the task to light the moving Star

Till man beholding, cries, "My Lord, You Are!"