That He through the world may lead me,
Onward to the gate of heav'n.
That my heart He may be filling
With th' unclouded light of faith,
That can break the pow'r of death,
And hell's rage hath pow'r of stilling.
All things run their course below,
God's love doth for ever flow.
For my soul's well-being ever
Full provision doth He make,