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 homeward way. O Master, let me walk with thee Before the taunting Pharisee; Help me to bear the sting of spite, The hate of men who hide thy light, The sore distrust of souls sincere Who cannot read thy judgments clear, The dulness of the mutitude Who dimly guess that thou art good. 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 broadening way, In peace that only thou canst give, With thee, O Master, let me live! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LEXINGTON; 1775 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BLEAKE'S HOUSE IN BLACKMWORE by WILLIAM BARNES THE DEATH OF A.G.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE ON AN INFANT UNBORN, AND THE MOTHER DYING IN TRAVAIL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |