DEAR Master, long I've sought
A grain of "wheat" to find,
My heart's desire has been,
Just one with truth to bind !

Perhaps Thou canst not trust
Thy servant with this work,
Because some earth-born pride
Within my breast doth lurk.

If thou dost find this, Lord,
Oh, send affliction's fire,
Burn out the dross, the gold refine,
And grant my heart's desire !

Perhaps I've sought a path,
Thou hast not marked for me, -
Forgive, I only thought
Some work to do for Thee !

I own no will of mine,
The place I would not choose,
But simply give mine all
To Thee as Thou canst use.

My thoughts, my words, my deeds,
Dear Lord, make pure by fire, -
Ah, then, I know that Thou
Canst grant my heart's desire !