Make me true, O God, inside and out,
With a single eye, and undiluted light,
An undivided heart, where grows no doubt,
A joyful walk by faith, and not by sight. Continue reading
I know not on the morrow
What earthly joy or sorrow
May fall to me to bear,
The future, weary or fair.
As long as breath may tarry,
Whatever weight I carry,
No burden can compare
To heaven’s golden square.