Poem January 22, 1903 Issue

A Prayer

Washington Gladden with contributions from Henry W. Crosskey

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.

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;

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!

Washington Gladden.

We prepare ourselves for eternity by doing our day's work while it is day.—Henry W. Crosskey.

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