May my work stand for Truth, O God, alone
For harmony and Love. May no false tone
Falling from harp strings out of tune with Thee
Mar the sweet music of life's symphony.
True I would be.
And may each deed, performed at Love's behest,
Reflect the beauty—the true loveliness—
Of life that dwells within the eternal Mind.
Oh, may this, in my gracious acts and kind,
Expression find.
May every thought be like a gladdening ray,
Shining into the dark, lightening the way
Out of the wilderness of doubt and fear
For some benighted and lone traveler.
This is my prayer.
