When the weary noonday heat Scorches hillside, lane and street, May my life a breeze and shade For Thy wayfarers be made! Of Thy river, full and free, Send a cooling draught by me, That Thy thirsty ones may bless Thine abounding tenderness. Let Thy joy and beauty grow In my path for them, that so We may see that Thou hast given Earth to be our road to heaven. Let me bear Thy love's perfume Into haunts of guilt and gloom, Winning so the sin-sick one Forth to Thee, the Light, the Sun! Let me wash Thy wanderers' feet, Take them in, and bid them eat! While they share my daily bread, May our souls by Thee be fed! Make my heart a home and rest For Thine outcast and oppressed! Let us find, of Thy sweet grace, In Thyself our dwelling-place! Shut for one calm hour away From the clamor of the day, All our work will happier be For this noontide rest with Thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BARS FIGHT, AUGUST 28, 1746 by LUCY TERRY INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE JEFFERSON DAVIS by WALKER MERIWETHER BELL HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |