I had walked life's path with an easy tread, Had followed where comfort and pleasure led; And then one day in a quiet place I met the Master, face to face. With station and rank and wealth for a goal, Much thought for the body, but none for the soul, I had thought to win in life's mad race, When I met the Master, face to face. I had built my castles and reared them high, Till their towers pierced the blue of the sky; I had vowed to rule with an iron mace, When I met the Master, face to face. I met Him and knew Him, and blushed to see That eyes full of sorrow were turned on me; And I faltered, and fell at His feet that day, While all my castles melted away-- Melted and vanished, and in their place I saw nought else but my Master's face; And I cried aloud: "Oh, make me meet To follow the path of Thy wounded feet." And now my thoughts are for the souls of men; I've lost my life, to find it again. E'er since that day in a quiet place I met the Master, face to face. |