Humble Desire

RUTH D. SMITH

Dear Lord, if mine be not the voice to sing Thy praise
In mighty anthem whose reverb'rant tone
Echoes throughout the sky, and rises higher
With grand crescendo as it seeks Thy throne,
Then let me sing, perhaps at eventide,
A song of hope, and send it forth to meet
The heart of one whose weary, wandering feet
Have missed the way; who through the long, dark years
No song of faith has sung to banish fears.