“Lord, be Thou my never erring Compass,
Pointing ever back to Calvary—
Guiding me, though oft I lose my focus,
Step by step, into eternity.
“Be the Magnet always drawing onward
Past the things of earth that lure my gaze,
Past the plains where too long I have wandered,
Toward the heights of everlasting ways.
“When I linger at some earthly trifle,
Forfeiting my crown for broken toys,
Bring to mind the pure resolves these stifle,
Draw my heart back to celestial joys.
“When it seems this Compass’ power is broken,
‘Tis not Thee, but I a mending needs.
Thou art Truth which never can be shaken—
I, a seed whose growth is choked by weeds.
“Lord, Thy Compass root so deep within me
That no power on earth can bend its course.
Teach my feet to follow Thee willingly,
Tune my soul to Thy almighty force.”