My Lord, I Do Not Ask to Stand

My Lord

I do not ask to stand

As king or prince of high de­gree;

I on­ly pray that hand in hand

A child and I may come to Thee.

To teach a ten­der voice to pray

Two child­ish eyes Thy face to see—

Two feet to guide in Thy straight way;

This fer­vent­ly I ask of Thee.

O grant Thy pa­tience to im­part

Thy ho­ly law

Thy words of truth;

Give

Lord

Thy grace

that my whole heart

May ov­er­flow with love for youth.

As step by step we tread the way

Trusting

and con­fi­dent

and free

A child and I shall

day by day

Find sweet com­pan­ion­ship with Thee.