<h2><SPAN name="IF_CHRIST_SHOULD_COME" id="IF_CHRIST_SHOULD_COME"></SPAN>IF CHRIST SHOULD COME</h2>
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<span class="i0">If Christ should come to my store to-day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What would he think, what would he say?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If his eyes on my opened ledgers were laid,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Would they meet a record of unfair trade,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And see that, lured by the love of pelf,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For a trivial price I had sold myself?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Or would he the stainless record behold<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of perfect integrity, richer than gold?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">If Christ should come to my school-room to-day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What would he think, what would he say?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Would he find me giving the self-same care<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To stupid and poor as to rich and fair,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And striving, unmindful of praise or blame,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Through tedious tasks to a lofty aim,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Guiding small feet as they forward plod<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In paths of duty that lead to God?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">If Christ should come to my workshop to-day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What would he think, what would he say?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Would his eye, as it glanced my work along,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">See that all its parts were stanch and strong,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Closely fitted, firm-welded, and good,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of flawless steel and of unwarped wood,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">As sound as I trust my soul shall be<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When tried by the test of eternity?<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_28" id="page_28">{28}</SPAN></span><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">If Christ should come to my kitchen to-day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">What would he think, what would he say?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Would he find me with blithesome and grateful heart<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And hands well-skilled in the housewife’s art,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Bearing sordid cares with a spirit sweet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And making the lowliest tasks complete?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Cometh he not, who of old did say,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">“Lo, I am with you, my friends, alway”?<br/></span>
<span class="i0">O thought that our weary hearts must thrill,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In our toilsome ways he is present still!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">At counter and forge, in office and field,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He stands, to no mortal eye revealed.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Ah, if we only could realize<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That ever those gentle yet searching eyes<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Gaze on our work with approval or blame,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Our slipshod lives would not be the same!<br/></span>
<span class="i0">For, thrilled by the gaze of the unseen Guest,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In our daily toil we would do our best.<br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_29" id="page_29">{29}</SPAN></span></div>
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