LOOK at Martha! how she serves,
Surely all her work deserves
Commendation, from the One
She delights to wait upon.
Surely now His gracious smile
Will reward her careful toil,
He will bid her sister share
In her anxious thought and care.
See! she sits at Jesus’ feet,
Naught to her beside so sweet,
Looking up into His face
Drinking in His words of grace.
Does the Master bid her go?
Does He chide that fond heart? No!
One thing’s needful! ‘Tis her choice
Just to hear her Saviour’s voice.
Works of faith, Lord, we would do,
Labors neither small nor few:
But be this our blest retreat,
Just to listen at Thy feet
J. J. H.