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[1]
O Master, let me walk with thee
in lowly paths of service free;
thy secret tell; help me to hear
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.
O Master, let me walk with thee
in lowly paths of service free;
thy secret tell; help me to hear
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.
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