1 When shadows gather on our way,
Fast deepening as the night,
Be Thou, O God, the spirit's stay,
Our inward Light.
2 Amid the outward toil and strife,
The world's dull roar and din,
Still speak Thy word of higher life,
Thou Voice within.
3 When burdens sore upon us press,
And vexing cares increase,
Spring Thou, a fount of quietness,
Our hidden Peace.
4 Though fond hopes fail, and joy depart,
And friends should faithless prove,
O save us from the bitter heart,
Source: The Hymnal #323a