A Fellowship In Christ Jesus

A fellowship in the World, but not of the World

Confirming Defending Bearing the Gospel of Christ Jesus

Like Unto Servants

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We are like to servants
In their Master's hall,
Busied with our daily work,
Waiting for His call.

On the roof above us
rows of bells are hung.
One by one they summon each,
With their clamorous tongue.

Then, the servant bidden
Saith 'That rings for me,'
Leaveth off his present toil,
Whatever it may be;

Smootheth his apparel,
Looks a farewell round,
Passeth from his fellows
While the bell doth sound;

Mounteth up the staircase,
To his Lord doth go;
Tarrieth in the upper rooms,
Comes no more below.

Oh, to be up yonder
Pressing near to God!
Thus we pine and murmur,
Counting service vain;
But the loving Master
Reckons up our pain.

He, the unforgetting,
Marks our every sigh;
When our heart is heaviest,
Comfort then is nigh.

When our hope is faintest,
And despair most strong,
And the night gloom deepens
Round the waiting throng,

Then the welcome summons
Suddenly shall ring,
And our glad steps hasten
To our Lord and King

Frederick Whitfield
1866

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