O’er this life of traveling this old world through, Lord help me to be
One of the ones who are watching, for Heaven coming with Thee,
Let me help be your eye to see all the divine mercies to give,
And let me be your heart, that I may readily and truly forgive.

May I be you loving hand, to help the sick across the street of life?
And maybe I could have your eyes to see the goodness instead of strife,
Lord, let me be your mouth to speak truth and tell of Heaven there,
And the goodness of Thy glory, that I could tell all how to bow in Prayer.

One day if I could be your ears to hear the Prayers of the weary and sad,
That they may be uplifted, looking at Heaven and be so very glad,
Maybe if I could borrow just a mite of Thy Holiness, to spread all around,
And a touch of your goodness that it could always in this world be found.

If I could borrow your own halo, so I could make all the world shine as one
With Thy brightness of thy Loving nature of Gods own dear Son,
Then it would be the divine happiness of all the wisdom I could ever know,
Which I know is just a silly dream as I am still here on earth below.

But if it could be, Id so like to have your love inside this heart of mine,
So I might strew it all over the world, and all way up to Heaven divine,
Let me have Thy meekness, that I would ever turn the other cheek for Thee,
And Lord, Give me a piece of Heaven, that I may ever Thy servant be.

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