Both near and far, Lord help me see
Thy kingdom as proposed by thee.
Nor let my eyes, immersed in tears,
Or sorrow or in sodden fears,
Be narrowed to a few folk here,
Forgetting heathen not so near.
Nor let me get far-sighted, Lord,
Forgetting that thy blessed Word
Is for the heathen right next door,
As well as for far Africa’s shore.
Give me bi-focals, Lord, to see
In all of life thy will for me.
