I had walked life’s way with an easy tread,
Had followed where comforts and pleasures led,
Until one day in a quiet place,
I met the Master face to face.
With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for my body but none for my soul,
I had entered to win in life’s mad race,
When I met the Master face to face.
I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see,
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me,
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and vanished away.
Melted and vanished and in their place,
Naught else did I see but the Master’s face,
And I cried aloud, “Oh make me meet,
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”
My thought is now for the souls of men,
I have lost my life to find it again,
Then e’re since one day in a quiet place,
I met my Master face to face.