Not as an Hireling

Not as an hireling would I serve Thy will,O Love divine—as seeking a rewardFor work well done—thinking the power liesWithin myself to do or fail to do,To make wrong right or change the dark to light.But rather would I waken to acceptThe fullness of my life as Thy dear son,Enfolded in eternal power and grace,Unclouded by the mist of mortal dream,Nor burdened by the weight of time and sense.Here is found freedom, vigor, vision clearTo see as Thou dost see, and calmly knowThat Thou dost hold each least identity—From blade of grass to Thine own image man—In perfect rhythm with Thy perfect plan.Naught is to alter but Thy truth to see,My never-ending task to be like Thee,The bliss of being its own rich reward.

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