In life’s ear­nest morn­ing,
When our hope was high:
Came Thy voice to sum­mons,
Not to be put by;
Nor in toil nor sor­row,
Weakness nor dis­may,
Need we ever fal­ter—
Art not Thou our stay?

Teach us, Lord, Thy wis­dom,
While we seek men’s lore;
May the mind be hum­bled
As we know Thee more;
Let the larg­er vi­sion
Bring the child­like heart,
And our deep­er know­ledge
Holier zeal im­part.

Should our faith be pal­sied,
By the touch of doubt,
Should our hearts grow emp­ty,
Faithless, un­de­vout,
Lord, in mer­cy lead us
To our springs in Thee,
Where are heal­ing wa­ters
Plentiful and free.

Should Thy face be cloud­ed
To our spir­its’ sight,
Speak thro’ hu­man kind­ness,
Shine thro’ na­ture’s light,
In the face of loved ones,
Or the ties of home—
Only, gra­cious Fa­ther,
To Thy child­ren come.

Save us, Lord, from seek­ing
Earth’s un­hal­lowed goals;
May our life­long pas­sion
Be the love of souls;
Let us live and la­bor,
Father, in Thy sight,
Thro’ the grace of Je­sus,
By the Spir­it’s might.