[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Way that He Willeth for Me

The way that He willeth in love for me,That is the way for me!And I do not care how thorny and bareThe journey may seem to be,If only afar, on the mountain-side,In the light of the sun, I may seeThe shining garments and beckoning handOf 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 smallThe work may seem to be,If only sometimes in a quiet hourI may hear Him say to me,"My little child, thou art doing wellThe task I have willed for thee!"

December 17, 1904
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