Philippians 4.8

"Help these women, for they laboured with me in the gospel, ... and the rest of my fellow-workers, whose names are in the book of life."

THE REST.

They lived and they were useful-this we know,

Nor much beside.

No record of their names is left to show,

Or be a guide;

They did their work, and then they passed along,

An unknown band:

And took their places with the heavenly throng

In glory land.

And were they young, or middle-aged, or old,

Or ill, or well?

Or lived in poverty, or had much gold?

No one can tell.

They served their blessed Lord with talents rare,

Faithful and true

Disciples of the Lord, and strong through prayer

To live and do.

But what avails the gift of empty fame?

They lived for 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 their glad ministry

Be spent and spend.

No glory clusters round their names on earth,

But high in heaven

Is kept a book with names of greatest worth,

And there is given

A place for all who sought the Master's praise,

And His alone.

Such see His face and sing their holy lays

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:

There too, within the book of life be found

A lowly place:

Honour and glory unto God redound,

For all His grace.

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