The gift of time, God's freest boon to men, So steadily outpoured through days and years! Thus ever let us yield it back again In liberal lives and consecrate careers. The gift of time, for which no gold is weighed, Nor least petition offered to the Lord, -- Shall He not still by gratitude be paid, And all our thankful days be His reward? The gift of time, fit measure of the heart Wherewith our Father wholly loves His own, -- Be it a symbol of our lesser part, Just to be wholly His, and His alone! |