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1 When I consider how my light is spent,
2 Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
3 And that one Talent which is death to hide
4 Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
5 To serve therewith my Maker, and present
6 My true account, lest he returning chide;
7 “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
8 I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
9 That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
10 Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
11 Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
12 Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
13 And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
14 They also serve who only stand and wait.”
1 When I consider how my light is spent,
2 Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
3 And that one Talent which is death to hide
4 Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
5 To serve therewith my Maker, and present
6 My true account, lest he returning chide;
7 “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
8 I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
9 That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
10 Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
11 Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
12 Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
13 And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
14 They also serve who only stand and wait.”
And that one Talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best.
His state
Is Kingly.
Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
1 When I consider how my light is spent,
2 Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
3 And that one Talent which is death to hide
4 Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
5 To serve therewith my Maker, and present
6 My true account, lest he returning chide;
7 “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
8 I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
9 That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
10 Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
11 Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
12 Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
13 And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
14 They also serve who only stand and wait.”
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