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When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post over land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.
世茫茫兮,我目已盲,靜言思之,尚未半生。
天賦兩目,如耗千金,今我藏之,其責難任。
嗟我目兮,於我無用,雖則無用,我心鄭重。
忠以計會,虔以事主,恐主歸時,縱刑無補。
嗟彼上帝,既閉我瞳,愚心自忖,其責我工。
忍耐之心,可生奧義,蒼蒼上帝,不教所賜。
不教所賜,豈較作事,惟與我軛,負之靡暨。
上帝惟皇,在彼蒼蒼,一呼其令,萬臣鏘鏘。
駛行水陸,莫敢遑適,彼侍立者,都為其役。
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