He will be our guide even to the end. Psalm 48:14
If you know Cowgill’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him or Pollock (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Blessèd Savior, walk beside me,
Thro’ the weary hours of life;
Twine Thy loving arms around me,
As I toil, ’mid cares and strife.
When the tempests darkly gather,
And the threat’ning clouds hang low,
I would cling to Thee so closely,
That no fear my soul should know.
Savior, guide me on my journey,
Till the bounds of life are past;
Then, with all my labors ended,
Bear me safely home at last.
Blest Redeemer, stay Thou near me,
When the tempter’s power is strong,
Lest my heart should wander from Thee,
’Mid earth’s gay, enticing throng.
In my heart Thy truth I’d cherish,
Guide me through earth’s joys and woes;
Let me ne’er forget to praise Thee,
Till in death mine eyes shall close.
When the evening shades are falling,
And the night of death is near,
May I hear sweet voices calling,
And my heart be free from fear.
Thro’ the shadows, Savior, bear me,
To the loved ones gone before.
Then, amid the joys celestial,
May I praise Thee evermore.