O Lord, my feet are blistered and bruised,
My old shoes are worn and used,
My soles are broken, the skin is tough,
The ground where I walk, uneven and rough.
How often have I stubbed my toe?
At times I stumble, the going is slow,
But forward on the path I press
And still walk on in trial and stress.
I carry my weight, and a brother’s load,
This thought I bear on the dusty road:
If you, my God, can wash my feet,
The way of Christ I’ll surely complete.
When comes the time to breathe my last,
To pillow my head and rest,
Make all my deeds and doings past
To have been the Kingdom’s best.
Upon a work let me look back
That glorifies the Lord,
In my resolve no fault or crack,
In heaven my treasures stored.
Give strength, O Lord, to heart and hands,
No cause to stumble or fall,
May I, when close to eternal lands,
Be ready to heed your call.
God Almighty, only true and living
God, the Lord above all lords, forgiving,
Loving, moving sea and earth and heaven,
Power on high, restores the Garden of Eden.
Praising, we confess the armies’ Leader,
Angels marching, serving the believer,
Forces pressing, ever are they winning,
Spiritual strength to keep the saints from sinning.
Throne of glory, hear our supplication:
Rally to your people, save your nation;
Make us stand with firmest perseverance,
Faithful, waiting for the Son’s appearance.