The Servant's Path in the Day of Rejection

(1) Servant of Christ, stand fast amid the scorn

Of men who little know or love thy Lord;

Turn not aside from toil; cease not to warn,

Comfort and teach. Trust Him for thy reward;

A few more moments’ suffering, and then

Cometh sweet rest from all thy heart’s deep pain.

 

(2) For grace pray much, for much thou needest grace,

If men thy work deride, what can they more do.

Christ’s weary foot thy path on earth doth trace

If thorn’s wound thee, they pierced Him before;

Press on, look up, though clouds may gather round,

The place of service He makes hallowed ground.

 

(3) Have friends forsaken thee, and cast thy name

Out as a worthless thing? Take courage then:

Go tell thy Master, for they did the same

To Him who once in patience toil’d for them

Yet He was perfect in all service here;

Thou oft hast failed: His maketh Him more dear.

 

(4) Self-vindication shun: If in the right,

What gainest thou by taking from God’s hand

Thy cause? If wrong, what dost thou but invite

Satan Himself thy friend in need to stand?

Leave all with God; if right He’ll prove thee so

If not He’ll pardon, therefore to Him go.

 

(5) Be not men’s servant: think what costly price

Was paid that thou mayest His own bondsman be,

Whose service perfect freedom is. Let this

Hold fast thy heart. His claim is great to Thee

None should thy soul enthrall, to whom tis given

To serve on Earth with liberty of Heaven.

 

(6) All His are thine to serve; Christ’s brethren here

Are needing aid; in them thou servest Him.

The least of all is still His member dear,

The weakest cost His Life-blood to redeem.

Yield to no “Party” what He rightly claims,

Who on His heart bears all His people’s names.

 

(7) Be wise, be watchful: wily men surround

Thy path. Be careful, for they seek with care

To trip thee up: see that no plea be found

In thee. Thy Master to reproach. The snare

They set for thee will then themselves enclose,

And God His righteous judgment thus disclose.

 

(8) Cleave to the poor, Christ’s image in them is,

Count it great honor if they love thee well.

Nought can repay thee after losing this.

Though with the wise and wealthy thou shoulds’t dwell,

Thy Master oftentimes would pass thy door,

To hold communion with His much loved poor.

 

(9) The time is short; seek little here below,

Earth’s goods would cumber thee and drag thee down;

Let daily food suffice, care not to know

Thought for tomorrow, it may never come.

Thou can’st not perish for thy Lord is nigh,

And His own care will all thy need supply.

 

J.J. Penstone