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
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
Before the taunting Pharisee
Help me to bear the sting of spite
The hate of men who hide Thy light
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The sore distrust of souls sincere
Who cannot read Thy judgments clear
The dullness of the multitude
Who dimly guess that Thou art good
Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee
In closer, clearer, company
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong
In trust that triumphs over wrong
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