After Reading “Lead, Kindly Light.”
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,For oh, my steps are weak,And ever as I go,Some soothing sentence speak;
That I may turn my faceThrough doubt’s obscurityToward thine abiding-place,E’en tho’ I cannot see.
For lo, the way is dark;Through mist and cloud I grope,Save for that fitful spark,The little flame of hope.
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,For fear that I may fall;I know not where to goUnless I hear thy call.
My fainting soul doth yearnFor thy green hills afar;So let thy mercy burn—My greater, guiding star!