Just where you stand in the conflict,
There is your place,
Just where you think you are useless,
Hide not your face.
God placed you there for purpose,
What'er it be.
Surely He has chosen you for it,
Gird on your armour, be faithful
At toil or rest.
What'er it be; never doubting,
God's way is best.
Out in the fight or on picket,
Stand firm and true,
This is the work which the Master,
Gives you to do.
Submitted by Mae Garrett,