Help me, O God! to do Thy will;
Thy every gift to me unstained keep;
Help me the voice of sense to still,
Till I the harvest of Thy sowing reap.
Help me to hold the thought in check,
Which, if in me it e'er should find a place,
Would my most cherished treasures wreck,
And all my aspirations pure debase.
Give me the needed strength to stand
Unmoved 'fore error's boasted claim of power;
Nor fear when hatred, passion-fanned,
Pours forth its flame, my birthright to devour.
Thy presence round me like a shield
Shall every fledgling thought of mine conserve,
Till selfish sense shall gladly yield
Obedience to Thy healing law of love.
