O MASTER, LET ME WALK WITH THEE
In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.
HELP ME the slow of heart to move
By some clear, winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the homeward way.
TEACH ME Thy patience; still with Thee
In closer, dearer company;
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong.
IN HOPE that sends a shinning ray
Far down the future's broadening way;
IN PEACE that only Thou canst give,
WITH THEE, O MASTER, LET ME LIVE.
O MASTER, LET ME WALK WITH THEE
IN LOWLY PATHS OF SERVICE FREE;
TELL ME THY SECRET; HELP ME BEAR
THE STRAIN OF TOIL, THE FRET OF CARE.