From an old English parsonage down by the sea

There came in the twilight a message to me;

It's quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,

Hath, it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.

And on through the hours the quiet words ring

Like a low inspiration: "DOE THE NEXT THYNGE."

 

Many a questioning, many a fear,

Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.

Moment by moment, let down from Heaven,

Time, opportunity, guidance, are given.

Fear not tomorrows, child of the King,

Trust them with Jesus, doe the next thynge.

 

Do it immediately, do it with prayer;

Do it reliantly, casting all care;

Do it with reverence, tracing His hand

Who placed it before thee with earnest command.

Stayed on Omnipotence, safe 'neath His wing,

Leave all resultings, doe the next thynge.

 

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,

Working or suffering, be they demeanor;

In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,

The light of His countenance be they psalm,

Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing.

Then, as he beckons thee, doe the next thynge.

-unknown