While all around him waves the gold - en grain, And

to each serv - ant

With my whole heart I adore Thee; Great Lord, List-en to my cry, O Lord! A-men.

1 LORD of might, and Lord of glory,

On my knees I bow before Thee;

With my whole heart I adore Thee;
Great Lord,

Listen to my cry, O Lord!

2 Groping dim, and bending lowly,
Mortal vision catcheth slowly
Glimpses of the pure and holy;
Now, Lord,

Open Thou mine eyes, O Lord!

3 In the deed that no man knoweth,
Where no praiseful trumpet bloweth,
Where he may not reap who soweth,
There, Lord,

Let my heart serve Thee, O Lord!

4 In the work that no gold payeth,
Where he speedeth best who prayeth,
Doeth most who little sayeth,

There, Lord,

Let me work Thy will, O Lord!

5 In His name who meek and lowly,
Died to make poor sinners holy,
Stumbling oft, and creeping slowly,
Great Lord,

Guide me by Thy truth, O Lord!

John Stuart Blackie, 1876

It is the way the Mas-ter went; Should not the servant tread it still?