Savior! I follow on, guided by Thee,
Seeing not yet the hand that leadeth me;
Hushed be my heart and still,
Fear I no further ill;
Only to meet Thy will my will shall be.
Riven the rock for me thirst to relieve,
Manna from Heaven falls fresh every eve;
Never a want severe causeth my eye a tear,
But Thou dost whisper near,
Often to Marah’s brink have I been brought;
Shrinking the cup to drink, help I have sought;
And with the prayer’s ascent,
Jesus the branch hath rent—
Quickly relief hath sent, sweetening the draught.
Savior! I long to walk closer with Thee;
Led by Thy guiding hand ever to be;
Constantly near Thy side,
Quickened and purified,
Living for Him who died freely for me!