A Plea for Service

O Christ di­vine

up­lift my sight

That I my nob­ler self may see;

Give strength to the clear

in­ner light

In which my soul doth wor­ship Thee!

The still small voice I wait to hear

Thrill deep the si­lence

sweet and clear.

Attune my fee­ble

wan­der­ing thought

That ea­ger serv­ice it may yield;

On ev­er swift­er pin­ions brought

To la­bor in a vast­er field;

To all hu­man­ity I’d bring

The trea­sure of Thy love

my king!

Refine and ele­vate my faith

To feel Thee in the small­est things;

O Love su­preme! what fi­nite breath

Speaks joy that from Thy great heart springs;

This heav­en­ly river of de­light

Flows not be­yond our in­ner sight.

I crave the large­ness of Thy peace

Which com­fort­eth our earth­ly state;

One note to sound and nev­er cease

One will to do

ear­ly and late;

Give me

dear Lord

swift ea­ger­ness

My lowly

com­mon way to bless.