He will be our guide even to the end.@Psalm 48:14

Em­ma F. R. Camp­bell, The Hymn Je­sus of Na­za­reth Pass­eth By: Its His­to­ry and Oth­er Vers­es (New York: M. E. Mun­son, 1909), pag­es 17–18, alt.

An­gel’s Sto­ry Ar­thur H. Mann, in The Me­thod­ist Sun­day School Hymn­book (Lon­don: 1881) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Arthur H. Mann
(1850–1929)

Before the new year’s portal
With waiting feet I stand
And seek, dear Lord, a blessing,
The guidance of Thy hand.
The path is all untrodden,
No human footfall yet
Has left a trace to follow,
And save our vain regret.

The way seems dark before me,
With no clear guiding light;
All unrevealed its dangers
To my dim mortal sight.
Father, I dare not venture
One single step alone,
Lest I in blindness stumble
Against some hidden stone.

Known to Thy higher wisdom
Is all my future way;
Its roughness and its windings,
Its snares to lead astray.
Unguided I shall wander,
Lord, let me take Thy hand,
And hold Thou up my goings,
That I secure may stand.

I know not what awaits me
Along the coming year,
What cup of joy untasted,
What weariness or fear;
Beneath what weight of sorrow
I may be called to bow,
How near the dreary shadow
Falls on my pathway now.

But this I know, undoubting,
That not too great or strong,
Will be the cross Thou’lt give me,
The darkness not too long;
For loving like a father
Thou chasten but to bless;
And with each needed trial
Will give sustaining grace.

Lord, quiet these forebodings,
These human doubts remove;
Give me childlike assurance,
A calm, unwavering love.
Let me go forward bravely,
With willing, trusting feet,
Through Thine own strength to conquer
Each enemy I meet.