1 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.
|First Line:||O Master, let me walk with thee|
|Title:||O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee|
|Author:||Washington Gladden (1879)|
|Scripture:||John 4:6; Mark 16:12|