I Am Running Forth To Meet You, O My Master, For They Tell Me You Are Surely On The Way; Yes, They Tell Me You Are Coming Back Again (While I Run, While I Run). And I Wish My Feet Were Winged To Speed On Faster, And I Wish I Might Behold You Here To-Day, Lord Of Men. I Am Running, Yet I Walk Beside My Neighbour, And I Take The Duties Given Me To Do; Yes, I Take The Daily Duties As They Fall (While I Run, While I Run), And My Heart Runs To My Hand And Helps The Labour, For I Think This Is The Way That Leads To You, Lord Of All. I Am Running, Yet I Turn From Toil And Duty, Oftentimes To Just The Art Of Being Glad; Yes, To Just The Joys That Make The Earth-World Bright (While I Run, While I Run). For The Soul That Worships God Must Worship Beauty, And The Heart That Thinks Of You Can Not Be Sad, Lord Of Light. I Am Running, Yet I Pause To Greet My Brother, And I Lean To Rid My Garden Of Its Weed; Yes, I Lean, Although I Lift My Thoughts Above (While I Run, While I Run). And I Think Of That Command, 'Love One Another,' As I Hear Discordant Sounds Of Creed With Creed, Lord Of Love. I Am Running, And The Road Is Lit With Splendour, And It Brightens And Shines Fairer With Each Span; Yes, It Brightens Like The Highway In A Dream (While I Run, While I Run). And My Heart To All The World Grows Very Tender, For I Seem To See The Christ In Every Man, Lord Supreme.