A Constant Friend

All un­seen

the Mas­ter walk­eth

By the toil­ing serv­ant’s side;

Comfort in the words He speak­eth

While His hands up­hold and guide.

Grief

nor pain

nor any so­rrow

Rends thy breast to Him un­known;

He to­day and He to­mor­row

Grace suf­fi­cient gives His own.

Holy striv­ings nerve and strength­en—

Long en­dur­ance wins the crown:

When the ev­en­ing sha­dows length­en

Thou shalt lay the bur­den down.