tr., John Brownlie 8,6,8,6 I Surpassing great the gift of God To erring mortals given, A way that, from their dark abode, Leads to the light of heaven. II O Christ Who art the living way, Plant Thou my feet therein, And lead me lest I go astray In luring paths of sin. III Too long I've found a sad delight In wandering from Thy care, Nor feared the sudden fall of night, The darkness, and the snare. IV O Jesus Christ, to Thee my soul In conscious weakness clings; Teach me to seek the kind control That peace and safety brings. V And lead me upwards day by day, Till, night and danger past, I reach by Thee the living way, The Father's house at last. |