The
bread that bringeth strength I want to give
The water pure that bids the thirsty live;
I want to help the fainting day by day;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give the oil of joy for tears,
The faith to conquer crowding doubts and fears
Beauty for ashes may I give always;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give good measure running o'er
And into angry hearts I want to pour
The answer soft that turneth wrath away;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.
I
want to give to others hope and faith;
I want to do all that the Master saith;
I want to live aright from day to day;
I'm sure I shall not pass again this way.