Consecrated Hands By Henry Beer (Poem)

Consecrated Hands

By Henry Beer 

Consecrated hands

Waiting God's commands

Service to perform.

Blessings follow still

All who do His will

Alike in sun and storm.

Humble though the task,

More He does not ask

That we do our best!

If in grace we live,

Service that we give

Truly will be blest.

Market, office, home,

Or in labor lone,

Prove the workman's brand.

Servants, nurses, too,

May their work review

Blest by higher hand.

Christian's work you see,

Not alone for fee,

Not for mere reward;

But with single eye

Talents they apply

As into the Lord.

Consecrated toil,

In workship, home or soil,

Finds it's due reward.

All success we share,

Sanctified by prayer,

Owe we to the Lord.

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