Willing Hearts and Ready Hands

If we can not plant our cot­tage

’Mid an Ed­en’s bloom­ing bow­ers

Whiling life’s de­light­ful sum­mer

Gaily ’mid un­fading flow­ers

We with ho­ly love can la­bor

Tilling Zion’s fer­tile land

We can con­se­crate to duty

Willing hearts and rea­dy hands

If we can not win a ti­tle

To en­wreathe our hum­ble name;

If we boast not birth or beau­ty

Wealth nor wis­dom

might nor fame

We can still be kind­ly heart­ed

Acting well our low­ly part;

And

tho’ men may be un­grate­ful

God will prize the hum­ble heart.

If we can­not read the fu­ture

Whether weal or woe be­tide

If with­in the veil of dark­ness

Mercy from our vi­sion hide—

We can un­der­stand our mis­sion

What is here to do or bear;

We can love and help each oth­er

And the cross with Je­sus share.

Let us

then

be ever do­ing

Day de­clin­eth

night is near;

Short the time of toil and suf­fer­ing

Jesus num­bers ev­ery tear.

See! the pear­ly gates are op­en­ing

Lo! the splen­dor from above;

List to loved ones yon­der sing­ing

Welcome to the land of love.