Lord, are there any stones upon the way, That tear Thy bleeding feet? If our weak hands can move them from Thy path, Give us that duty sweet.
Is there, O patient and pathetic Face! One thorn upon Thy brow That we can pluck from out Thy cruel crown? For we would do it now.
Is there a deed so difficult for us That none but Thou canst ask? Thine asking be our answering. Lo! swift Be ours that happy task.
Lord, hast Thou left Thy hungry in the world For us to find, to feed? Sharper the hungers of the soul. Give us Nutrition for that need.
And hast Thou prisoners unvisited, Whose woes our care should tell? There is a deeper prison of the heart; Help us to find that cell.
Is there a mourner dear to Thee, whom we Have left uncomforted? Yet still through lonelier loneliness, the heart Bereft of Thee, is led.
O world of common, human cries! and calls Of souls in direst need! To meet ye, mighty were the love that sought To take the Master's speed.
Give us that love, dear God, who gave to us To bear His loving name. Give us that sacred speed to keep the step That strikes with His the same.
Waves of one tide, this people be! and flow Straight shoreward to Thy will. White as a dove, upon them, now descend Thy Spirit, strong and still.
Thy blessings on their future rest and brood, — The brightest, lip can tell,— In home and heart, in faith and fact, O best Of daily mercy! dwell.
With those who summon — trusting it to lead Their feet to walk Christ's way — The voice of him on whose bowed head, I call The grace of God to-day.
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