All un­seen, the Mas­ter walk­eth
By the toil­ing serv­ant’s side;
Comfort in the words He speak­eth,
While His hands up­hold and guide.

Grief, nor pain, nor any so­rrow
Rends thy breast to Him un­known;
He to­day and He to­mor­row
Grace suf­fi­cient gives His own.

Holy striv­ings nerve and strength­en—
Long en­dur­ance wins the crown:
When the ev­en­ing sha­dows length­en,
Thou shalt lay the bur­den down.