L. M. Gaskell. Walking with God. |
1 Through all this life's eventful road, Fain would I walk with Thee, my God, And make Thy presence light around, And every step on holy ground. 2 Each blessing would I trace to Thee, In every grief Thy mercy see; And through the paths of duty move, Conscious of Thine encircling love. 3 And when the angel Death stands by, Be this my strength, that Thou art nigh; And this my joy, that I shall be With those who dwell in light with Thee.
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