1 Rise up, my soul, to greet the morn,
For night is past—the shadows flee—
And now, no more I weep, forlorn,
Since my dear Saviour walks with me!
He walks with me, He walks with me,
O’er thorny ways He walks with me!
Whate’er betide—my Hope! my Guide!—
He walks with me! He walks with me!
2 Behold! with anguish deep opprest,
He, naked, hangs upon the tree;
And yet, in robes of glory drest,
My blessed Saviour walks with me! [Refrain]
3 When this vain dream of life is o’er,
And upward mounts my spirit free—
Forever, on that heav’nly shore,
Will my Redeemer walk with me! [Refrain]
4 He’ll walk with me! He’ll walk with me!
By healing stream of Calvary;
There by my side—dear Friend and Guide—
He’ll walk with me! He’ll walk with me! [Refrain]Source: Hymns We Love, for Sunday Schools and All Devotional Meetings #83