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.