In desert wastes I feel no dread,
Fearless I walk the trackless sea;
I care not where my way is led,
Since all my life is life with thee.
O Christ, through changeful years my Guide,
My Comforter in sorrow's night,
My Friend, when friendless—still abide,
My Lord, my Counsellor, my Light.
My time, my powers, I give to thee;
My inmost soul 'tis thine to move;