I met the Master face to face.
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 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 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,
Nought else did I see but the Master’s face;
And I cried aloud, “O make me meek
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet.”
My thoughts are now for the souls of men,
I lost my life but found it again,
When one day in a quiet place
I met the Master … face to face.