1 There are many snares and dangers
That beset my feet untried
Ere I reach the golden city
Just beyond the swelling tide;
But my Saviour walks beside me
Thro’ the desert wilds unknown,
For I never dare to journey
In this wide, wide world alone.

2 O, I seek a better country—
‘Tis so weary waiting here!
But thro’ all the toilsome journey
I can feel His presence near.
Day by day the path grows brighter
Upward leading to His throne;
Jesus will not leave His pilgrim
In this wide, wide world alone.

3 Take the Saviour for thy comrade,
Let thy heart on Him be stayed;
He will never leave thee lonely,
He will give thee strength and aid.
Christ will dwell with thee forever,
Make thy heart His royal throne;
Child of grief, why wilt thou wander
Thro’ this wide, wide world alone?