(This maxim, which was composed by Watchman Nee around the year 1930, could very well sum up his life and ministry)
Let me love and not be respected;
Let me serve and not be rewarded;
Let me labor and not be remembered;
Let me suffer and not be regarded
‘Tis the pouring not the drinking;
Tis the breaking, not the keeping —
A life suffering to seek others’ blessing,
A life loving and true comfort giving
Not expecting pity and concern,
Not accepting solace and applause;
Even lonely, even forgotten,
Even wordless, even forsaken.
Tears and blood my price for the righteous crown shall be;
Losing all, my cost for a faithful pilgrim’s life.
‘Tis the life, O Lord, that You chose to live
In those days when on earth You walked,
Gladly suffering all injuries and loss
So that all might draw near and repose.
I cannot see how much farther I shall go;
Still I press on knowing there is no return.
Let me follow Your pattern so perfect and true,
Bearing ingratitudes without complaint.
In this time of trial, O Lord, I pray
That You’ll wipe all my hidden tears away;
Let me learn, O Lord, You are my reward,
Let me be others’ blessing all my days.
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