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The Women Who Ministered Unto Him

Enough he labours for his hire;

Yea, nought can pay his pain;

But powers that wear and waste and tire,

Need help to toil again.

They give him freely all they can,

They give him clothes and food;

In this rejoicing, that the man

Is not ashamed they should.

High love takes form in lowly thing;

He knows the offering such;

To them ’tis little that they bring,

To him ’tis very much.