Gently lead us by the hand,
Pilgrims in a desert land;
Weary souls for e’er rejoice,
While they hear that sweetest voice,
Whisp’ring softly, wanderer come!
Follow Me, I’ll guide thee home.
Ever present, truest Friend,
Ever near Thine aid to lend,
Leave us not to doubt and fear,
Groping on in darkness drear,