O Master, let me walk with Thee

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 Godward 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 broad’ning way

In peace that only Thou canst give

With Thee

O Master

let me live.