They lived, and they were useful; this we know,
And naught beside ;
No record of their names is left, to show
How soon they died.
They did their work, and then they passed away,
An unknown band;
But they shall live in endless day, in the
Fair shining land.

And were they young, or were they growing old,
Or ill, or well,
Or lived in poverty, or had they wealth of gold,-
No one can tell;
Only one thing is known of them-they faithful
Were, and true
Disciples of the Lord, and strong, through prayer,
To save and do.

But what avails the gift of .empty fame ?
They lived to God;
They loved the sweetness of another Name,
And gladly trod
The rugged ways of earth, that they might be
Helper or friend,
And in the joy of this their ministry,
Be spent, and spend.

No glory clusters round their names on earth ;
But in God's heaven
Is kept a book of names of greatest worth,
And there is given
A place for all who did the Master please,
Though here unknown ;
And there, lost names shine forth in brightest rays
Before the throne.

Oh, take who will the boon of fading fame !
But give to me
A place among the workers, though my name
Forgotten be;
And as within the book of life is found
My lowly place,
Honor and glory unto God redound
For all His grace !