Here you will find the Poem The Disciple of poet Jones Very
Thou wilt my hands employ, though others find No work for those who praise thy name aright; And in their worldly wisdom call them blind, Whom thou has blest with thine own spirit's sight. But while they find no work for thee to do, And blindly on themselves alone rely; The child must suffer what thou sufferest too And learn from him thou sent e'en so to die; Thou art my Father, thou wilt give me aid To bear the wrong the Spirit suffers here; Thou hast thy help upon the mighty laid, In him I trust, nor know to want or fear, But ever onward walk secure from sin, For he has conquered every foe within.
