As I journey thru 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, thru Him I must win.

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 me billows rise from the mighty deep,
Then my Lord directs my bark; He doth safely keep,
And He leads me gently on thru this world below;
He's a real Friend to me, O I love Him so.

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.