Lord Give Me Light To Do Thy Work
Lord, give me light to do Thy work,
For only, Lord, from Thee
Can come the light, by which these eyes
The way of work can see.
In plainest things I daily err,
When walking in the light
The wisdom of this world affords,
However fair and bright.
In word, and plan, and deed I err,
When busiest in Thy work;
Beneath the simplest forms of truth
The subtlest errors lurk.
The way is narrow, often dark,
With lights and shadows strewn;
I wander oft, and think it Thine,
When walking in my own.
Yet pleasant is the work for Thee,
And pleasant is the way;
But Lord, the world is dark, and I
All prone to go astray.
Oh, send me light to do Thy work!
More light, more wisdom give!
Then shall I work Thy work indeed,
While on Thine earth I live.
So shall success be mine, in spite
Of feebleness in me;
Beyond all disappointment then
And failure I shall be.
The work is Thine, not mine, O Lord;
It is Thy race we run;
Give light! and then shall all I do
Be well and truly done.