To An Altar Server

To be Christ's page at the altar,
To serve Him freely there,
Where even the angels falter
Bowed low in reverent prayer.

To hear man's poor petition,
To sound the silver bell,
When He in sweet submission
Comes down with us to dwell.

God bless you, server, forever,
And keep you in His care,
And guard you, that you never
Belie the robes you wear.

For white bespeaks untainted
A heart both tried and true;
And red tells love, the sainted
And holy martyrs knew.

Throughout life, then, endeavor
God's graces to employ;
And be in heart forever
A holy altar server.