When Christian brethren in the Spirit walk,
They well perceive their own most sinful hearts,
And hearken not to idle, whispering talk,
Nor traffic in the gossip's evil arts.

They seek to find, what else were lost to view,
The Christ of God in ev'ry fellow-saint;
They minister from treasures old and new
To gird the strong and to refresh the faint:

Unto the saints they speak alone of Christ,
And unto Christ alone about the saints;;
With them the Saviour holds a constant tryst-
Such happy fellowship knows no complaints.

'Tis when I lose communion with my
Lord At once my evil eye is keen to find
My brother's faults-to criticize his word,
And judge his motives and his deeds unkind.

The little that I do, I deem too much,
While patient toil and labor nothing seems
If others spend and spend themselves, for such
I cannot see; my eyes are closed with beams.

O Lord, remove the beams from out mine eyes
That I may apprehend each motive right
That underneath the deed of kindness lies,
And let me walk with Thee, O Lord of Light.

E. H. Hageman