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 shining ray
Far down the future's broadening way
In peace that only Thou canst give
With Thee, O Master, let me live.
