Classic Poem

What care I who gets the credit?
Only let the work be done;
Christ Himself will handle credits
With the setting of the sun.
Praise or blame, what does it matter?
Rise above them every day;
Soul, you'll never win the battle
If you fear what men will say.
While the world is sick and waiting
For the something I can be,
Help me, Lord, in stress and struggle
Just to keep my eyes on Thee.