Oh, it is hard to
work for God,
To rise and take
His part
Upon this
battlefield of
earth,
And not sometimes
lose heart!
He
hides Himself so
wondrously,
As though there
were no God;
He is least seen
when all the pow’rs
Of ill are most
abroad.
Ah, God is other
than we think,
His ways are far
above,
Far beyond reason’s
height, and reached
Only by childlike
love.
Workman of God!
O lose not heart,
But learn what God
is like,
And in the darkest
battlefield
Thou shalt know
where to strike.
Then learn to
scorn the praise of
men,
And learn to lose
with God;
For Jesus won the
world through
shame,
And beckons thee
His road.
For right is
right, as God is
God,
And right the day
must win;
To doubt would be
disloyalty,
To falter were to
sin.
