BUT THOU OH LORD.

My Father, thou art the guide of my youth.

But Thou, oh Lord, shalt be my guide

Through all my dreary way,

And down the vale of death beside

Thy staff shall be my stay.

To thee alone I’ll lift mine eye

When snares have made me fall;

To Thee, when low in grief I lie,

From lowest deeps I’ll call.

And oh, on Thee in every hour

Of sunshine or of shade,

The soul that feels thy varied power,

Shall call for varied aid;

So shalt thou lead me in the light

That round thy saints is cast,

O’er Jordan’s flood, to Zion’s height,

And home to Heaven at last.