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 Godward 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 broad'ning way,

    In peace that only Thou canst give,

       With Thee, O Master, let me live.