What Wilt Thou Have Me To Do?

Lord, what wilt Thou that I should do? What is my task?
This question, leaping from my heart, I kneel to ask.
What place of duty can I fill? Where can I go?
To lighten, in Thy holy name, another's woe?
So many hearts are torn today, so many weep;
So many souls are passing now, through waters deep;
So many bear their loads alone, without Thy grace;
So many have not found in Thee a resting place.
'Mid scream of shells and roar of guns men bleed and die;
Gaunt hunger stalks through many lands,where children cry;
Whole nations groan beneath the lash Of conqueror's sway;
Were ever miseries so rife as in this day?
In such a world, with needs so vast, what can I do?
Fill Thou my heart with love like Thine, with pity, too.
Here are my hands, my feet, my all; lead Thou the way,
Where I may do Thy works again, "while it is yet day."

By Thomas O. Chisholm