As I journey thro' the land singing as I go,
Pointing souls to Calvary, to the crimson flow,
Many arrows pierce my soul from without, within;
But my Lord leads me on; thro' Him I must win.
Refrain
O, I want to see Him, look upon His face,
There to sing forever of His saving grace;
On the streets of glory let me lift my voice;
Cares all past, home at last ever to rejoice.
When in service for my Lord, dark may be the night;
But I'll cling more close to Him; he will give me light;
Satan's snares may vex my soul, turn my tho'ts aside;
But my Lord goes ahead, leads whate'er betide.
When before my billows rise from the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my bark; he doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on thro' this world below;
He's a real Friend to me; O I love Him so.