1 When in twilight, footsore, bleeding, And unknown my way, Lord of light, I ask Thy leading Until day.
2 If my weary heart is failing, Chilled and weak my hand, Let me hear with faith unquailing Love’s command.
3 If I sin in thought or living, Thro’ the day or night, Grasp me with Thy love forgiving,— Love is light,
4 Moving midst time’s gloom and splendor, Slowly westering down, Let me find Thee strong and tender, And the crown.
Amen. Source: The Abingdon Song Book #155