Far off I see the goal—
O Sav­ior, guide me;
I feel my strength is small—
Be Thou beside me;
With vi­sion ev­er clear,
With love that con­quers fear,
And grace to per­se­vere,
O Lord, provide me.

Whene’er Thy way seems strange,
Go Thou be­fore me;
And, lest my heart should change,
O Lord, watch o’er me;
But, should my faith prove frail,
And I through blind­ness fail,
O let Thy grace pre­vail,
And still re­store me.

Should earth­ly plea­sures wane,
And joy for­sake me;
And lone­ly hours of pain
At length o’er­take me,
My hand in Thine hold fast
Till sor­row be o’erpast,
And gen­tle death at last
For Heav’n awake me.

There, with the ran­somed throng
Who praise for­ev­er
The love that made them strong
To serve for­ev­er,
I, too, would seek Thy face,
Thy fin­ished work re­trace,
And mag­ni­fy Thy grace,
Redeemed for­ev­er.