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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>O MASTER, LET ME WALK WITH THEE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“What does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_g_l_gladden_w.jpg" alt="Washington Gladden (1836-1918)" width="133.333333333333" height="169.333333333333"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Williams College</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_l_gladden_w.html" target="_blank">Washington Gladden</a>, 1879; first appeared in the magazine <em>Sunday Afternoon</em>, of which Gladden was editor.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Maryton,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smith_hp.html" target="_blank">Henry Percy Smith</a>, 1874 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_maryton.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O Master, let me walk with Thee,<br>
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In lowly paths of service free;<br>
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Tell me Thy secret; help me bear<br>
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The strain of toil, the fret of care.</p>
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<p>Help me the slow of heart to move<br>
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By some clear, winning word of love;<br>
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Teach me the wayward feet to stay,<br>
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And guide them in the homeward way.</p>
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<p>O Master, let me walk with Thee,<br>
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Before the taunting Pharisee;<br>
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Help me to bear the sting of spite,<br>
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The hate of men who hide Thy light.</p>
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<p>The sore distrust of souls sincere<br>
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Who cannot read Thy judgments clear,<br>
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The dullness of the multitude,<br>
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Who dimly guess that Thou art good.</p>
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<p>Teach me Thy patience; still with Thee<br>
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In closer, clearer, company,<br>
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In work that keeps faith sweet and strong,<br>
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In trust that triumphs over wrong.</p>
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<p>In hope that sends a shining ray<br>
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Far down the future’s broadening way,<br>
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In peace that only Thou canst give,<br>
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With Thee, O Master, let me live.</p>
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