[Written for the Sentinel]

My Prayer

In Thy vineyard, O my Father,
Let me serve with happy heart,
In Thy mighty work of heart,
Let me have a humble part.

In the days and e'en the nighttime
I would guard the fragile vine;
Lest some tendril reaching upward
Blight or fade from deed of mine.

I would bear Christ's cup of water—
Living water, crystal pure—
To my brother, faint from thirsting,
With its healing, sweet and sure.

Let me wisdom have to guide me,
That my labor be not vain;
Teach my lips Thy word of gladness,
That shall hush the voice of pain.

Love and faith and true compassion,
Patience, too, to wait and pray,
I would bring, O loving Father,
For Thy holy work alway.

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Mrs. Ella W. Hoag
November 10, 1928

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