A. A. Procter
I do not ask, O LORD, that life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me
Aught of its load:
I do not ask that flowers should always spring
Beneath my feet;
I know too well the poison and the sting
Of things too sweet.
For one thing only, LORD, dear LORD, I plead:
Lead me aright --
Though strength should falter and though heart should bleed,
Through Peace to Light.
I do not ask, O LORD, that Thou shouldst shed
Full radiance here:
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread
Without a fear.
I do not ask my cross to understand,
My way to see;
Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand,
And follow Thee.