Christ of the Upward Way

Christ of the up­ward way

my guide di­vine

Where Thou hast set Thy feet

may I place mine;

And move and march wher­ev­er Thou hast trod

Keeping face for­ward up the hill of God.

Give me the heart to hear Thy voice and will

That with­out fault or fear I may ful­fill

Thy pur­pose with a glad and ho­ly zest

Like one who would not bring less than his best.

Give me the eye to see each chance to serve

Then send me strength to rise with stea­dy nerve

And leap at once with kind and help­ful deed

To the sure suc­cor of a soul in need.

Give me the good stout arm to shield the right

And wield Thy sword of truth with all my might

That

in the war­fare I must wage for Thee

More than a vic­tor I may ev­er be.

Christ of the up­ward way

my guide di­vine

Where Thou hast set Thy feet

may I place mine;

And when Thy last call comes

se­rene and clear

Calm may my an­swer be

Lord

I am here.