1 My Father, the guide of my youth,
To Thee for direction I fly;
Oh, grant me Thy light and Thy truth,
No ever Thy presence deny;
My pillar of cloud and of fire,
While destined to journey below—
What more can a pilgrim desire,
Or Thou in Thy goodness bestow.
2 My pillow of cloud thro’ the day,
I follow where’er Thou shalt lead;
My heart shall not yield to dismay,
Though rugged the path that I tread;
The prize of my calling I view,
And blest with Thy care and Thy love,
The journey of life I’ll pursue,
And press to the mansions above.