| I do not ask, O Lord, that life may beA pleasant road;
 I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
 Aught of its load.
 I do not ask that flowers should always springBeneath 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 shedFull 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.
 Joy is like restless day; but peace divineLike quiet night:
 Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine,
 Through peace to light.
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