Fain would I walk with Thee, my God,
And make Thy presence light around,
And every step on holy ground.
2 Each blessing would I trace to Thee,
In every grief Thy mercy see;
And through the paths of duty move,
Conscious of Thine encircling love.
3 And when the angel Death stands by,
Be this my strength, that Thou art nigh;
And this my joy, that I shall be