From an old English parsonage
down by the sea
There came in the twilight
a
message to me;
Its quaint Saxon legend,
deeply engraven,
Hath, it seems to me,
teaching from Heaven.
And on through the hours
the
quiet words ring
Like a low inspiration,
"Do The Next Thing."
Many a questioning,
many a
fear,
Many a doubt,
hath its
quieting here.
Moment by moment,
let down
from Heaven,
Time, opportunity,
guidance,
are given.
Fear not tomorrows,
child of
the King,
Trust them with Jesus,
Do The
Next Thing.
Do it immediately,
do it with
prayer;
Do it reliantly,
casting all
care;
Do it with reverence,
tracing
His hand
Who placed it before thee
with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence,
safe
'neath His wing,
Leave all resultings,
Do The
Next Thing.
Looking to Jesus,
ever
serener,
Working or suffering,
be thy
demeanor;
In His dear presence,
the
rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance
be thy psalm,
Strong in His faithfulness,
praise and sing.
Then, as He beckons thee,
Do
The Next Thing.
- Author Unknown