1 O Christ divine, uplift my sight,
That I my nobler self may see;
Give strength to the clear, inner light
In which my soul doth worship Thee!
The "still small voice" I wait to hear,
Thrill deep the silence, sweet and clear.

2 Attune my feeble, wandering thought,
That eager service it may yield;
On ever swifter pinions brought,
To labor in a vaster field;
To all humanity I’d bring
The treasure of Thy love, my king!

3 Refine and elevate my faith
To feel Thee in the smallest things;
O Love supreme! what finite breath
Speaks joy that from Thy great heart springs;
This heavenly river of delight
Flows not beyond our inner sight.

4 I crave the largeness of Thy peace,
Which comforteth our earthly state;
One note to sound and never cease,
One will to do, early and late;
Give me, dear Lord, swift eagerness,
My lowly, common way to bless.