Whatever you say, in a whisper or clear,
Say nothing you would not like Jesus to hear,
Whatever you read, though the page may allure,
Read nothing of which you are perfectly sure
Consternation at once would be seen in your look,
If God should say, solemnly, “Show Me that book!”
Whatever you write, in haste or with heed,
Write nothing you would not like Jesus to read.
Whatever you sing, in the midst of your glees,
Sing nothing that God’s listening ear could displease.
Turn away from each pleasure you’d shrink from pursuing
Were God to look down and say,—
“What are you doing?”
Extract.
ML 01/07/1900