That I may touch a heart, O God, with song;
That I may heal a wound, through Truth and Love,
Or gently lift some toiler's weary load
As o'er the steep and rugged way he strives;
That, knowing true compassion, I may free
Some sin-bound thought, and lead it toward the light
Which ever shines, though men may heed it not,
While dreams of mortal sense hold blinding sway;
That, knowing full at-one-ment, Lord, with Thee,
Its ever perfect peace I may attest,
Though storm-tossed waves at times should seem
to roll,
And mortal night its darkest clouds should spread.
Such is my longing hope, my constant prayer;
Thus would I ever share Thy treasured gifts;
For Thy all-truth, and life, and love supply
The needs of all who come with childlike trust.
