I ASKED the Lord to let me do
Some mighty work for Him ;
To fight amid His battle hosts,
Then sing the victor's hymn.
I longed my ardent love to show,
But Jesus would not have it so.

He placed me in a quiet home
Whose life was calm and still,
And gave me little things to do,
My daily round to fill ;
I could not think it good to be
Just put aside so silently.

Small duties gathered round my way,
They seemed of earth alone ;
I, who had longed for conquests bright
To lay before His throne,
Had common things to do and bear,
To watch and strive with daily care.

So then I thought my prayer unheard,
And asked the Lord once more
That He would give me work for Him
And open wide the door -
Forgetting that my Master knew
Just what was best for me to do.

Then quietly the answer came :
"My child, I hear thy cry ;
Think not that mighty deeds alone
Will bring thee victory.
The battle has been planned by Me,
Let daily life thy conquests see."