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.