1 Whether the journey be short or long,
Whether attended with grief or song,
Whether with falt’ring feet or strong,
Father, lead Thou me.
Lead Thou me, Lead Thou me;
Father, Father, lead Thou me.
2 Where the still waters so sweetly glide,
Or in the surging of sorrow’s tide,
Clinging to Thee, my Friend and Guide,
Father, lead Thou me. [Refrain]
3 Out of my sorrow and dreary night,
Into Thy gladness and glorious light,
On to the heav’nly mansions bright,
Father, lead Thou me. [Refrain]Source: The Bright Array #107