At-one-ment

ELSIE HILL AINSWORTH

To-day —Thy will be done!
Let me not turn aside
Seeking mine own, but following after good,
In Thee abide
Till error's misty thrall I know no more,
Nor sin, nor death, can move me as before.

To-day—lo, Thou art near!
And listening I hear
Thy messenger, the "still small voice" of Truth,
Which conquers fear!
Dear Love, around me, over and above,
I feel Thy presence and I know Thy love!

To-day—Thy will be done!
All Thine is mine!
And as I pass may I lift up this truth,
In meekness glorify,
That service to "the least of these" may be
As if I did it ever, Lord, to Thee!