May I be swift to hear Thy angel message,
Which comes in stillness to the listening ear;
The inspiration of Thy love and goodness
That quiets fear and pain, oh, let me hear.
Let me be slow to speak and patient ever
To wait on wisdom, to withhold the dart
That may, perchance, offend an erring brother,
Where loving-kindness proves the better part.
May I be slow to wrath, nor stand in judgment,
But leave to Thee and Thy correcting rod
The government upon the Christly shoulder,
And humbly walk in mercy with Thee, God.
