They never dream that sweet music is made anywhere in the world by their noisy hammering.

As the bell-chimer in his little tower hears no music from his own ringing of the bells, so they think of their hard toil as producing nothing but clatter and clangor; but out over the world where the influence goes from their work and character, human lives are blessed, and weary ones hear with gladness sweet, comforting music.

Then away off in heaven, where angels listen for earth's melody, most entrancing strains are heard.
No doubt it will be seen at the last that many of earth's most acceptable living sacrifices have been laid on the altar in the narrowest spheres and in the midst of the hardest conditions.

What to the ears of close listeners is only the noise of painful toil is heard in heaven as music sweet as angels' song.
The living sacrifice is "acceptable unto God." It ought to be a wondrous inspiration to know this; that even the lowliest things we do for Christ are pleasing to him.

We ought to be able to do better, truer work, when we think of his gracious acceptance of it.