Both weak and blind, dear Lord, I am,
For now Thy face I cannot see;
But I can hear Thy gentle voice
Speak words of love to me.
O some day I shall see,
And some day clasp Thy hand;
Yes, some day see Thy face,
When in Thy courts I stand.
But I can feel Thy gentle touch,
And I can read Thy blessèd word,
And with Thy mighty, throbbing love
My lonely heart is stirred.
Till then, dear Lord, but lead me on,
And guide me in the better way,
Lest, groping in the darkness here,
My feet should go astray.
And when at last my journey’s o’er,
Earth’s heavy burdens are laid down,
When tears are changed to pearls of joy,
My cross to jeweled crown.