Stewardship

My Lord has given talents and commanded

That I should occupy until He come.

Shall I for wastefulness be reprimanded,

Shall I appear before Him empty-handed;

And hear myself unfaithful steward branded–

Unprofitable servant, fruitless one?

God grant that I may have rich harvest for Him,

Surrendered souls in intercession won;

That when He comes with triumph’s banner o’er Him

And I shall bow to worship and adore Him,

I may lay fruit a hundredfold before Him,

And hear my Lord and Saviour say, “Well done.”