If Christ Came Questioning His World To-Day, (If Christ Came Questioning,) 'What Hast Thou Done To Glorify Thy God, Since Last My Feet This Lower Earth Plane Trod?' How Could I Answer Him; And In What Way One Evidence Of My Allegiance Bring; If Christ Came Questioning. If Christ Came Questioning, To Me Alone, (If Christ Came Questioning,) I Could Not Point To Any Church Or Shrine And Say, 'I Helped Build Up This House Of Thine; Behold The Altar, And The Corner Stone'; I Could Not Show One Proof Of Such A Thing; If Christ Came Questioning. If Christ Came Questioning, On His Demand, (If Christ Came Questioning,) No Pagan Soul Converted To His Creed Could I Proclaim; Or Say, That Word Or Deed Of Mine, Had Spread The Faith In Any Land; Or Sent It Forth, To Fly On Stronger Wing; If Christ Came Questioning. If Christ Came Questioning The Soul Of Me, (If Christ Came Questioning,) I Could But Answer, 'Lord, My Little Part Has Been To Beat The Metal Of My Heart, Into The Shape I Thought Most Fit For Thee; And At Thy Feet, To Cast The Offering; Shouldst Thou Come Questioning. 'From Out The Earth-Fed Furnaces Of Desire, (Ere Thou Cam'St Questioning,) This Formless And Unfinished Gift I Brought, And On Life'S Anvil Flung It Down, White Hot: A Glowing Thing, Of Selfishness And Fire, With Blow On Blow, I Made The Anvil Ring; (Ere Thou Cam'St Questioning). 'The Hammer, Self-Control, Beat Hard On It; (Ere Thou Cam'St Questioning,) And With Each Blow, Rose Fiery Sparks Of Pain; I Bear Their Scars, On Body, Soul, And Brain. Long, Long I Toiled; And Yet, Dear Lord, Unfit, And All Unworthy, Is The Heart I Bring, To Meet Thy Questioning.'