Classic Poem

The minutes have their trusts as they go by,
To bear His love who wings their viewless flight;
To Him they bear their record as they fly,
Nor from their ceaseless round can they alight;
Rich with the life Thou liv'st they come to me,
Oh may I all that life to others show;
That they from strife may rise and rest in Thee,
And all thy peace in Christ by me may know;
Then shall the morning call me from my rest,
With joyful hope that I thy child may live;
And when the evening comes 'twill make me blest
To know that I a night to others give;
Such as thy peace does to thy children send,
Will be the night that Thou by me would lend.