Hast thou loved ones who are heedless ?
Knowing not thy blessed Lord,
Seeking from the world their pleasure,
Caring nothing for His word ?
Doth this on thy spirit weigh ?
Cease not-pray.

Doth the waiting oft seem weary ?
And the subject of thy prayer
Show no sign or shade of turning ?
Is it hard for thee to bear
That thy loved in darkness grope ?
Look up; hope.

Hast thou warned, besought, entreated;
Told of mercy from above ?
Hast thou left no word unspoken,
Of God's wondrous gift and love ?
Doth it seem already late ?
Only wait.

Let thy love not cease an instant;
See how God hath loved the lost!
Gave His Son, His only loved one.
Think, O think, the awful cost,
And the pains He took to prove
All His love.

Some one prayed, and hoped, and waited,
When thy heart was hard and dark,
Watching for the faintest glimmer
Of the longed-for living spark.
With thy heart's door's lifted latch Keep thy watch.

Some one pled at morn and evening
For thy heedless, straying soul;
Some one craved the balm of healing,
Which alone could make thee whole:
Nay, it is no weary task
Just to ask.

God is patient, He is waiting:
Wait with Him, and willingly
Let Him carry all thy burdens;
They're too heavy, far, for thee.
Love and watch, and hope and pray,
Every day.

In the glory over yonder
Thou shalt find thy prayers and tears:
Not e'en one has been forgotten,
Through the weary, anxious years.
Soon thou wilt reach that changeless shore,
Trust Him more.

Dost thou know the love of Jesus ?
Measure it by Calvary's cross.
Dost thou know the Father's tender
Heart, that yearneth over us ?
Lean thy head upon His breast;
There is rest.

H. McD.