My Prayer

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Mar 30, 1905

I WOULD not ask that all my way may be With earthly glory bright, The shaded pathway may be best for me, But give me, Lord, thy light.

I know life's winter days will chill my heart, But as the blue above, And the bright sun, the life of spring impart, Give me, O Christ, thy love.

I know not where storms may sweep my way, How long ere conflicts cease; But when the tempest rages, this I pray, Give me, O God, thy peace.

I do not know how long the way may be, What care and toil are best, Only when care and toil are done, with thee, Give me, my Father, rest.

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