Thou wilt our Redeemer be.
2 When, with footsteps faint and slow,
Duty’s upward path we go;
When, by toils and hardship pressed,
Round we turn to look for rest;
Lord, we would remember thee,
Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.
3 When the way grows dark and drear,
When, beset by doubt and fear,
We can see no beam of light