Father of love, our Guide and Friend,
O lead us gently on,
Until life’s trial time shall end,
And heav’nly peace be won.

We know not what the path may be
As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to Thee,
Our Father and our God.

Christ by no flow’ry pathway came;
And we, His foll’wers here,
Must do Thy will and praise Thy Name,
In hope, and love, and fear.

And, till in heav’n we sinless bow,
And faultless anthems raise,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, now,
Accept our feeble praise.