So Send I You

So send I you to labor unrewarded,

To serve unpaid, unloved, unsought, unknown,

To bear rebuke, to suffer scorn and scoffing-

So send I you to toil for me alone.

So send I you to bind the bruised and broken,

O'er wand'ring souls to work, to weep, to wake,

To bear the burdens of a world aweary-

So send I you to suffer for My sake.

So send I you to loneliness and longing,

With heart ahung'ring for the loved and known,

Forsaking home and kindred, friend and dear one-

So send I you to know My love alone.

So send I you to leave your life's ambition,

To die to dear desire, self-will resign,

To labor long, and love where men revile you-

So send I you to love your life in Mine.

So send I you to hearts made hard by hatred,

To eyes made blind because they will not see,

To spend, tho' it be blood, to spend and spare not-

So send I you to taste of Calvary.

~ Margaret Clarkson