Ministry

MINNA MATHISON

Whether he walked the silent shore,
Or quelled at will the threatening wave,
Or, all unanswering, meekly bore
The taunts and jeers the mad mob gave;

And, whether with a word he smote
The sinew of an ancient lie,
Or in the dust a sentence wrote,
Or prayed in voiceless agony:

Jesus, the loving Master, raised
The banner of his mission high.
Humbly he wrought, himself abased,
And stilled at need the human cry.

For him, nor triumph nor distress
The meaning of his life could dim:
To seek, to know, and to express
The Mind of Christ, which dwelt with him.

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