O Let Me Walk with Thee

O let me walk with Thee

my God

As En­och walked in days of old;

Place Thou my trem­bling hand in Thine

And sweet com­mun­ion with me hold;

E’en though the path I may not see

Yet

Je­sus

let me walk with Thee.

I can­not

dare not

walk alone;

The tem­pest rag­es in the sky

A thou­sand snares be­set my feet

A thou­sand foes are lurk­ing nigh.

Still Thou the rag­ing of the sea

O Mas­ter! let me walk with Thee.

If I may rest my hand in Thine

I’ll count the joys of earth but loss

And firm­ly

brave­ly jour­ney on;

I’ll bear the ban­ner of the cross

Till Zi­on’s glo­ri­ous gates I see;

Yet

Sav­ior

let me walk with Thee.