In lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret, help me bear
The strain of toil, the fret of care.
By some clear, winning word of love;
Teach me the wayward feet to stay,
And guide them in the Godward way.
In closer, dearer company,
In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,
In trust that triumphs over wrong.
Far down the future’s broad’ning way,
In peace that only Thou canst give,
With Thee, O Master, let me live.