[Written for the Sentinel]

The Upward Path

Wherever Thou wouldst have me serve Thee, Father,Fill Thou my heart with joy to do Thy will;For I would follow, not with lagging footsteps,The inner voice of Truth, so small, so still.

The road to Thee leads ever upward, Father,And when I say, Here, Lord, am I, send me,E'en though it seems to wind within the valley,The mountain height above the mist I see.

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