Timothy: May 2014, In View of Eternity (8:35)
O child of God, so weary with earth’s toil And ceaseless strife,Thy Master chooseth thee for high behest And fruitful life; Oh, gladly waitBeside the portal of the Master’s gate,To do His bidding, for the day grows late.
Take thou His message, and then hasten back To His dear feet;And He will greet thee with His tender love And comfort sweet; Then gladly waitBeside the portal of the Master’s gateFor the next message, as the day grows late.
And mourn not sorely, if thine errand seem All fruitless now;The message was thy Master’s, and His mark Is on thy brow; And thou didst waitBeside the portal of the Master’s gate,As the shades gathered and the day was late.
Not now the time of reckoning; it will come To thee at last,And thou wilt smile to think of weary hours That shall be past, When thou didst wait,Beside the portal of the Master’s gate,To do His bidding, ere it was too late.
From “To Every Man His Work”