December
It is not the deed we do,
Though the deed be never so fair,
But the love that the dear Lord looketh for,
Hidden with lowly care
In the heart of the deed so fair.
Behold us, the rich and the poor,
Dear Lord, in thy service draw near;
One consecratheth a precious coin,
One droppeth only a tear;
Look, Master, the love is here!
Christian Rossetti
Counsel and Help: Contents
|