Surpassing great the gift of God
To erring mortals given,
A way that, from their dark abode,
Leads to the light of heaven.
O Christ Who art the living way,
Plant Thou my feet therein,
And lead me lest I go astray
In luring paths of sin.
Too long I’ve found a sad delight
In wandering from Thy care,
Nor feared the sudden fall of night,
The darkness, and the snare.
O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul
In conscious weakness clings;
Teach me to seek the kind control
That peace and safety brings.
And lead me upwards day by day,
Till, night and danger past,
I reach by Thee the living way,
The Father’s house at last.
Hymns from the Morningland, 1911
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