O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee

O Master, let me walk with theeIn lowly paths of service free;Tell me thy secret; help me bearThe strain of toil, the fret of care.

Help me the slow of heart to moveBy 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 theeIn closer, dearer company,In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,In trust that triumphs over wrong;

In hope that sends a shining rayFar down the future's broadening way;In peace that only thou canst give,With thee, O Master, let me live.