From prayer that asks that I may be From subtle love of softening things, Give me love that leads the way,
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.
From easy choices, weakenings&md;
Not thus are spirits fortified;
Not this way went the Crucified.
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointments tire,
The passion that will burn like fire.
Let me not sink to be a clod;
From subtle love of softening things, Give me love that leads the way,
Give me love that leads the way,