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O lead us gently on.
Father of love, our Guide and Friend,
O, lead us gently on,
Until life’s trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won!
We know not what the path may be
As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to thee,
Our Father and our God.
2 If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb
The hill of sacrifice,
Some angel may be there in time;
Deliverance shall arise:
Or, if some darker lot be good,
O, teach us to endure
The sorrow, pain, or solitude,
That make the spirit pure!