UNCONSCIOUS INFLUENCE.
Faint not, though fruitless still the labor seemsWherewith love serves the Master dear, divine;You do not know how far it throws its beams,The lamp which you keep burning at His shrine.
Faint not, though fruitless still the labor seemsWherewith love serves the Master dear, divine;You do not know how far it throws its beams,The lamp which you keep burning at His shrine.
Faint not, though fruitless still the labor seemsWherewith love serves the Master dear, divine;You do not know how far it throws its beams,The lamp which you keep burning at His shrine.
Faint not, though fruitless still the labor seems
Wherewith love serves the Master dear, divine;
You do not know how far it throws its beams,
The lamp which you keep burning at His shrine.