Savior, if my feet have faltered
on the pathway of the cross,
if my purposes have altered,
or my gold be mixed with dross.
O forbid me not your service,
keep my yet in your employ.
Pass me through a sterner cleansing,
if I may but bring you joy.
All my work is for you, Master,
you are all my heart's desire.
O, that you will count me faithful
in the day that tries by fire.
Have I worked for hireling wages?
Or as one with vows to keep,
with a heart whose love engages
life or death to save the sheep?
All is known to you, my Master,
all is known, and that is why
I can work and wait the verdict
of your kind but searching eye.
Let me love you, let love rule me,
springing up and flowing forth
from a childlike heart within me
or my work is nothing worth--
Love with passion, love with patience,
love with principle and fire,
Love with heart and mind and utterance
serving you my one desire.
In Jesus' name, amen.
(a hymn of Albert Orsborn, slightly revised; public domain image from pixabay.com)
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