| I was longing to serve the Master |
| But, alas I was laid aside |
| From the busy field of workers |
| In the harvest field so wide. |
| There were few, yes, few in number |
| And I could not understand |
| Why I should be left inactive |
| It was not as I had planned. |
| I was longing to serve the Master |
| And the need indeed was great. |
| For me it was easy to labour |
| But oh, it was hard to wait! |
| To lie quite still and be silent |
| While the song was borne to my ear |
| From the busy field of workers |
| In the harvest field so dear. |
| I was longing to serve, just to serve the Master |
| But He led to a desert place |
| And there as we stopped and rested |
| His eyes looked down in my face |
| So full of tender reproaching |
| They filled me with sad surprise! |
| Did He think I had begrudged my service |
| Or counted it sacrifice? |
| "Oh Master, I long to serve, just to serve Thee |
| There are so few at the best |
| Let me off to the fields," I pleaded |
| "I care not to stay and rest" |
| I knelt at His feet, imploring |
| I gazed in His face above |
| "My child", he said,"don't you know |
| Your service is nothing without your love ?" |
| I was longing to serve, to serve my Master |
| Oh this was my one fond thought |
| For this I was ever pleading |
| As His footstool in prayer I sought. |
| But there in that lonely desert |
| Apart from the busy scene |
| It dawned on me slowly and clearly |
| Where my great mistake had been |
| My mind was so full of service, just service |
| I had drifted from Him apart |
| And He longed for that sweet communion |
| The union of heart with heart! |
| Well, I sought and I found forgiveness |
| While my eyes with pain were dim |
| And now, though His work is still precious |
| The first place is kept for Him! |