To know Your voice when I’m in doubt,
And follow as You lead,
To have that faith that bears throughout
The storms that prove the vessel stout –
Teach me; and help me heed
Your Word which shows me how to love
Because You love me so;
And when my soul would tire of
Life’s load and seek help from above,
Teach me Your strength to know!
When bowed with grief and loss and pain,
When sorrow courts my brow;
My soul, confused beyond its ken,
Would, in Your sweet joys bask again,
Teach me Your will to know!
Oh, teach me, Lord, whate’er You will!
And may I ever learn
Your lessons here, on earth, until
My hope in Christ Your love fulfil
When, for me, You return.
Penned: July 31, 1985
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