MY BEAUTIFUL MAIDEN.
BEAUTIFUL feet my maiden had—
My maiden bright and fair;
They led her where the weak and sad,
With nothing to make them strong and glad,
Sat in their still despair
Beautiful music was in her voice
As she whispered words of love;
She bade them look up—look up and rejoice,
For the poor in spirit were Jesus' choice
In his home prepared above.
Beautiful were my maiden's hands,
For busy as busiest bee
Were they kept obeying the Lord's commands,
And their deeds of love were like the sands
Beside the restless sea.
They carried food to the suffering poor,
The cup of cold water gave;
Like an angel of love, from door to door
My maiden served from her varied store,
The perishing ones to save;
For a beautiful spirit was hers within;
She had made the Lord her choice;
And the heart, made new and free from sin,
Washed by Jesus from every stain,
Moved hands and feet and voice.
—Helen E. Brown.