Dear Master, for this coming year
This one request I bring;
I do not pray for happiness,
Or any earthly thing.
I do not ask to understand
The way Thou leadest me;
But this I ask, “Teach me to do
The thing that pleaseth Thee.”
A quiet lot in life is mine,
Made up of little things;
Teach me to do as unto Thee
The duties each day brings.
Faithful in that which is the least,
Dear Master, I would be;
Thus making all my daily work
“The thing that pleaseth Thee.”