And when fainting in his spirit,
Guide—oh guide—his steps to thee!
For I feel, if thou art near me—
If thy spirit watcheth me,
With its soft and faith-full eyes
Looking downward from the skies,
From its home in Paradise,
It will ever, ever cheer me!
And when fainting in his spirit,
Guide—oh guide—his steps to thee!
For I feel, if thou art near me—
If thy spirit watcheth me,
With its soft and faith-full eyes
Looking downward from the skies,
From its home in Paradise,
It will ever, ever cheer me!