I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load. I do not ask that flowers should always spring Beneath my feet; I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet. For one thing, only Lord, dear Lord, I plead: Lead me aright, Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed, Through peace to light. I do not ask, O Lord, that Thou shouldst shed Full radiance here Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread Without a fear. I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see; Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, And follow Thee. Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night: Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine, Through peace to light. |