1 O sometimes, when the shadows seem too deep,
And rough the path seems all along the way,
And sorrows seem to gather thickly ‘round me,
And darkness seems to drive away the day.
I weary of the journey set before me,
Grow footsore ere I reach the mountain crest—
Lo, then I hear a soft voice gently saying,
“Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.”
2 I know it is the voice of Jesus calling,
“Fear not, I’m with you, then be not afraid.”
I know that He will help me on the journey,
Be near me, and will always give me aid.
When thro’ the darkened valley I am treading,
My heart grows faint, my faith begins to fail;
I raise my hand and grasp the hand of Jesus,
Then safe, I care not what may then prevail.
3 So trusting all I have to Jesus’ care,
I’ll go with Him where’er my path may lead;
I know full well that He is ever near me,
I know that He’s a friend to me indeed.
If thro’ the valley, dark and drear,
He wanders, I’ll follow Him, for He’s a faithful guide;
And when I gain the heights to yonder glory,
I hope to find myself close by His side.