W. Gladden

L.M.

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.