O, let me walk with thee, my God
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O, let me walk with thee, my God,As Enoch walked in days of old;Place thou my trembling hand in thine,And sweet communion with me hold;E'en though the path I may not see,Yet, Jesus, let me walk with thee.
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I cannot, dare not, walk alone;The tempest rages in the sky,A thousand snares beset my feet,A thousand foes are lurking nigh:Still thou the raging of the sea,O Master! let me walk with thee.
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If I may rest my hand in thine,I 'll count the joys of earth but loss,And firmly, bravely journey on;I 'll bear the banner of the crossTill Zion's glorious gates I see:Yet, Saviour, let me walk with thee.