83.  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 tho' the path I may not see,Yet, Jesus, let me walk with thee.

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I can not, 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.

3.

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, Saviour, let me walk with thee.