Not more of Light we ask, O God,
but eyes to see what is
Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
the present melodies
Not greater strength but how to use
the power that we possess;
Not more of love, but skill to turn
a frown to a caress
Not more of joy, but how to feel
Its kindling presence near;
To give to others all we have
of courage and of cheer.
No other gift, dear God, we ask,
but only sense to see,
how best the precious gifts to use
we have received from Thee
Give us all fears to dominate,
all holy joys to know;
To be the friends we wish to be,
to speak the truth we know
To love the pure, to seek the good,
to lift with all our might,
All souls to dwell in harmony
In freedom's perfect light.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
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