Poems (Kimball)/The Blessed Task

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THE BLESSED TASK.
I SAID: Sweet Master, hear me pray;  For love of Thee the boon I ask; Give me to do for Thee each day  Some simple, lowly, blessed task. And listening long with hope elate I only heard Him whisper, Wait.
The days went by but nothing brought  Beyond the wonted round of care, And I was vexed with anxious thought,  And found the waiting hard to bear; But when I sighed, In vain I pray, I heard Him gently answer, Nay!
So praying still and waiting on,  And pondering what that waiting meant, This knowledge sweet at last I won— And oh the depth of my content!— My blessed task for every day Is humbly, gladly to obey.
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And though I daily, hourly fail  To bring my task to Him complete, And must with constant tears bewail  My failures at my Master's feet, No other service would I ask Than this my blessed, blessed task.
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