Lead, kindly Light, amid th’ encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on; Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on; I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.
So long Thy pow’r has blest me, sure it still Wilt lead me on, O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
