The oil of gladness let me bring,
Despite the voice of strife,
To solace with its Christly gift
The woes of human life.
Let charity command my lips
And give them gentle speech,
With warmth and love and quietude
The troubled hour to reach.
Let me with fearlessness and faith
The prayer of healing pray,
That though the night be dark and long
With joy shall dawn the day.
The tablet of my consciousness—
Let it be clean and white,
That inspiration's holy pen
Upon its page may write.
