The Way that He Willeth for Me

CYRENE EMERY.

The way that He willeth in love for me,
That is the way for me!
And I do not care how thorny and bare
The journey may seem to be,
If only afar, on the mountain-side,
In the light of the sun, I may see
The shining garments and beckoning hand
Of the Guide He has sent to me.

The place that He willeth in love for me,
That is the place for me!
I care not at all whether large or small
The work may seem to be,
If only sometimes in a quiet hour
I may hear Him say to me,
"My little child, thou art doing well
The task I have willed for thee!"

The song that He willeth in love for me,
That is the song for me,
Be it loud or light, so the tone be right
To the Master-Musician's key.
It blends and is lost in mightier song
That sweeps from sea to sea,
Drowning all turmoil and discord and strife
In a flood-tide of harmony.

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