Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
2 O thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife;
Thy holy head by earth’s fierce storms was bowed;
Raise thou our eyes above,
To see a Father’s love
Beam, like a bow of promise, through the cloud.
3 And, O, if thoughts of gloom
Should hover o’er the tomb,