I pray each morning that I not be blind

To Christ, Who moves that day among my kind.

I dare not turn a Hungary man away,

Lest I be leaving Him unwed today.

I dare not slight some tattered, unclothed one,

Lest I should fail to warm and clothed God’s Son.

I cannot pass one languishing in bed,

Lest it be Jesus lying there instead.

Each weary burden-bearer on the road

Shall have my help, for it might be His load.

And every lonely stranger that I see

I must greet kindly for it might be He.

I shall walk softly on the road today,

I could meet Christ down any traveled way.