We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
T'was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.