1 As oft, with worn and weary feet,
We tread earth's rugged pathway o'er,
The thought how comforting and sweet, --
Christ trod this very path before;
Our wants, our weaknesses, he knows,
From life's first dawning to its close.

2 If we, beneath temptation's stress,
Do fight against dark powers within,
So, in Judea's wilderness,
Christ wrestled with the thoughts of sin,
When, in a weary, lonely hour,
The tempter came with all his power.

3 So, tried as I, this earth he trod,
Knew every human ill but sin,
And though the holiest Son of God,
As I am now so hath he been;
Jesus, my Saviour! look on me;
For help and strength I turn to thee!