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.
2
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.
3
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;
4
In
hope that sends a shining ray
Far
down the future's broadening way,
In
peace that only thou canst give,
With
thee, O Master, let me live.