Guide me, O Thou great Je­ho­vah,
[or Guide me, O Thou great Re­deem­er…]
Pilgrim through this bar­ren land.
I am weak, but Thou art migh­ty;
Hold me with Thy pow­er­ful hand.
Bread of Hea­ven, Bread of Heav­en,
Feed me till I want no more;
Feed me till I want no more.

Feed me with the heav­en­ly man­na,
In this bar­ren wil­der­ness;
Be my sword, and shield, and ban­ner—
Be my robe of right­eous­ness.
Fight and con­quer, fight and con­quer
All my foes by so­ver­eign grace,
All my foes by so­ver­eign grace.*

Open now the crys­tal fount­ain,
Whence the heal­ing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pil­lar
Lead me all my jour­ney through.
Strong de­liv­er­er, strong de­liv­er­er,
Be Thou still my strength and shield;
Be Thou still my strength and shield.

Lord, I trust Thy migh­ty pow­er,
Wondrous are Thy works of old;
Thou de­liv­er’st Thine from thrall­dom,
Who for naught them­selves had sold:
Thou didst con­quer, Thou didst con­quer,
Sin, and Sa­tan and the grave,
Sin, and Sa­tan and the grave.

When I tread the verge of Jor­dan,
Bid my anx­ious fears sub­side;
Death of deaths, and hell’s de­struct­ion,
Land me safe on Ca­naan’s side.
Songs of prais­es, songs of prais­es,
I will ev­er give to Thee;
I will ev­er give to Thee.

Musing on my ha­bi­ta­tion,
Musing on my heav’n­ly home,
Fills my soul with ho­ly long­ings:
Come, my Je­sus, quick­ly come;
Vanity is all I see;
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
Lord, I long to be with Thee!