O Je­sus, Mas­ter, when to­day,
I meet, along the crowd­ed way,
My bur­dened bro­thers—mine and Thine—
May then through me Thy Spi­rit shine.

To cheer them in their on­ward way,
Till ev­en­ing ends the varied day,
To kin­dle so a grow­ing light,
Where else might be but gloom and night.

Grant, too, that they my need may know,
As side by side we on­ward go—
An eq­ual need of kind­ly thought,
And love like that which Thou hast taught.

Then give our hands a touch di­vine,
And to our voic­es tones like Thine,
As side by side we on­ward go,
Nor need each oth­er’s name to know.