A. A. Procter 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. |