155. 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.

2.

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.

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, Savior, let me walk with thee.