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| O Master Let Me Walk With Thee |
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| O Master let me walk with Thee |
| In lowly paths of service free; |
| Tell me Thy secret; help me bear |
| The strain of toil, the fret of care. |
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| Help me the slow of heart to move |
| By some clear, winning word of love; |
| Teach me the wayward feet to stay, |
| And guide them in the homeward way. |
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| Teach me Thy patience, still with Thee |
| In closer, dearer company, |
| In work that keeps faith sweet and strong, |
| In trust that triumphs over wrong. |
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| In hope that sends a shining ray |
| Far down the future's broad'ning way; |
| In peace that only Thou canst give, |
| With Thee, O Master, let me live. |
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