IF WE COULD ONLY SEE

It were not hard, we think, to serve Him

If we could only see!

If he would stand with that gaze intense

Burning into our bodily sense,

If we might look on that face most tender,

The brows where the scars are turned to splendor,

Might catch the light of his smile so sweet,

And view the marks on his hands and feet,

How loyal we should be!

It were not hard, we think, to serve him,

If we could only see!

It were not hard, he says, to see him,

If we would only serve;

"He that doeth the will of Heaven,

To him shall knowledge and sight be given."

While for his presence we sit repining,

Never we see his countenance shining;

They who toil where his reapers be

The glow of his smile may always see,

And their faith can never swerve.

It were not hard, he says, to see him,

If we would only serve.

Think not in sleep to fold thy hands,

Forgetful of thy Lord's commands,

From Duty's claims no life is free,

Behold! To-day has need of thee.