Around the world the chorus rings, And hands are joined with hands; A Brotherhood of Service sings In all the happy lands; And blithe they sound the watchword still That ever has sufficed: "The will! the will! the blessed will! The will of Jesus Christ!" In crowded town or lonely plain, 'Mid many friends or few, With man's applause or man's disdain, To one allegiance true, That sole desire their hearts could fill Though all the earth enticed: The will! the will! the precious will! The will of Jesus Christ!" When proud Ambition gilds her goal, When Ease to slumber calls, When silken Mammon lures the soul To rainbow-tinted halls, The Brotherhood of Service still Exalts the Pearl unpriced: The will! the will! the holy will! The will of Jesus Christ! And when at last the golden years Have brought the crowning day, When toil and trial, pain and fears, Forever pass away, Upon the summit of the hill Is One that keepeth tryst: 'Tis He, the Will! the living Will! Our Master, Jesus Christ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) THE OLD MAN AND JIM by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 98 by PHILIP SIDNEY EPITAPH ON CHARLES II by JOHN WILMOT BALLAD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BUS by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |