There’s a tender hand that guides me
When I cannot see the way;
There’s a loving arm that hides me
From the storm that rise each day.
There’s a gentle voice that cheers me
When the path ahead grows dim;
There’s a ready ear that hears me
Every time I cry to Him.
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Tis my Lord, my blessed Saviour!
He it is who walks with me.
I shall dwell with Him forever,
Now and through eternity!
