The Master's Hymn

Jesus, my Master in the sky,
Govern and guide me with Thine eye,
And teach me to fulfil
With strict fidelity and just
The charge committed to my trust,
And answer all Thy will.

Not harsh, imperious, or austere.
But gentle to my servants here
I would Thy word obey,
Render to each his lawful right.
And rule my house, as in Thy sight,
With mild paternal sway.

To persons Thou hast no respect;
And shall I scornfully reject
My meanest servant's plea?
Is he not (by my Maker made,
And in the sacred balance weigh'd.)
As dear to God as me?

Brethren in our Creator's eyes,
I dare not injure, or despise
The workmanship of God,
Who me their earthly lord confess,
Heirs of my Saviour's righteousness,
And bought with all His blood.

Then let me tenderly entreat,
And give them what is right and meet,
As Thou to me hast given;
But make their souls my chiefest care,
Their souls as in my bosom bear,
And train them up for heaven.

I would in Abraham's footsteps go,
Instruct my house their God to know,
And walk in all Thy ways,
Till each the' allotted work hath done,
And wafted to the land unknown
Appears before Thy face.