The Master’s Work

There is nev­er a way so nar­row or short

But the Mas­ter’s work is there;

There is some­thing to do for His dear sake

Or some­thing to calm­ly bear.

There is nev­er a day

there is nev­er a place

But the Mas­ter’s work is there;

There is some­thing to do for His dear sake

Or some­thing to calm­ly bear.

There are tri­als to meet with Christ­ian faith

And du­ties with Christ­ian grace;

And there’s Christ­ian sweet­ness to ev­ery one

To be giv­en in ev­ery place.

Their work­ing days are nev­er so hard

Who find in Christ a stay;

And days of dark­ness are days of light

When Je­sus leads the way.

There are flow­ers down in the val­ley low

And ov­er the mount­ain side

Which nev­er were praised by a hu­man voice

Nor by hu­man eyes des­cried.

Yet as sweet as the breath of the roy­al rose

Is the per­fume they ex­hale;

And why and where those flow­ers bloom

The good Lord know­eth well.