Go with me, Master, by the way,
Make every day a walk with Thee;
New glory shall the sunshine gain,
And all the clouds shall lightened be.
Go with me on life’s dusty road
And help me bear the weary load.
Talk with me, Master, by the way;
The voices of the world recede,
The shadows darken o’er the land,
How poor am I, how great my need.
Speak to my heart disquieted
Till it shall lose its fear and dread.
Bide with me, Master, all the way,
Though to my blinded eyes unknown;
So shall I feel a Presence near
Where I had thought I walked alone.
And when, far spent, the days decline,
Break Thou the bread, dear Guest of mine!
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