Tenderly, tenderly lead Thou me on, On o’er the way where my Savior hath gone; Bright on His pathway the sunlight hath shone; Tenderly, tenderly lead Thou me on. Close to His hand I so tremblingly clung; Faint were the songs I so doubtingly sung, Brokenly falling from faltering tongue; Tenderly, tenderly lead Thou me on.
Trustingly, trustingly forward I go, Waiting instruction the pathway to know, Watching the promise that beams from the bow; Tenderly, tenderly leading me on. Jesus has trodden the thorn-planted way; Guide Thou me, Lord, that I go not astray; Strengthen me, Lord, that like Christ I may stay, Tenderly, tenderly led by Thee on.
Faithfully, faithfully holding my hand, On the rough, slipp’ry heights safely I stand, Looking away to the heavenly strand, Tenderly, tenderly He leads me on. Now has my weak heart grown trustingly strong; Ways have grown short that once seemed to be long; Gladly I join in the triumphant song; Tenderly, tenderly leading me on.
