The Goal

Humbly I pray to see Your way;Sometimes the road seems long,But always if I walk with YouAnd lift my voice in song,The sweetness of Your love is mineIn ever lovelier sense;The way grows brighter every step,The clouds not near so dense.

Meekly I ask You how to go,Dear Father-Mother God;How then to keep my eyes on You,And safe above the sod?The dark material arguments,The shadows, disappear,When humbly I seek You aloneAnd You alone revere.

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