Classic Poem

Cumbered with earthly care,
Her lot, to do and bear,
To watch and wait,
Martha, with tender thought,
Her loving service brought;
It was for Christ she wrought
Early and late.

Mary (a place most sweet!),
Low at the Saviour's feet,
Hung on His word;
Hers, but in love sincere,
Waiting His voice to hear,
With meek and holy fear,
Beside her Lord.

Be ours the bliss to sit,
Waiting at Jesus' feet, —
The twain in one, —
Whether we hear or do,
With patient hearts and true,
To toil, and listen, too,
To Him alone.