Patience In Suffering

Heavenly Father, can I serveThee, Kitting here with folded hands'' Am I even in being idle, Carryiug out Tliy biest commands? As I watch my friends around me Working wilh sueh earnest will, Comes a gentle volee and whispers, ■'Tiiou must suffer and be still." Oft the days seem dark and gloorny, Not a gleam of sunshlne comes ■ Yet 1 kuow Uiepath, thougli lonely, Leads me surely to iny home. Blessed Saviour, Thou wilt lead me Glve megraceto do Thy will; If I may not work and serve Tbee, Let me suffer aud be still. Something seems to beckon onward Showing brighter days to comeWhen [ minglé with the rausomed- When iny Father calis me home!