I take the jour­ney of a day,
Thy sun, Lord, gives me light;
The moon and stars, Thy voice ob­ey,
And watch me through the night.

For mer­cies ev­ery hour be­stowed
Unceasing thanks are due;
Now, ’midst the dan­gers of the road,
Lord, bring me safe­ly through.

Upheld by Thine al­migh­ty arm,
And guid­ed by Thine eye,
Storms can­not crush, nor light­nings harm,
Sickness nor plague come nigh.

Thou art Thy peo­ple’s sun and shield,
Their glo­ry and de­fense;
All ele­ments al­le­giance yield
To so­ve­reign Pro­vi­dence.

But not in Pro­vi­dence alone
The God­head’s foot­steps shine,
In grace are migh­ti­er won­ders shown,
Of love and pow­er di­vine.

As these thus far on pil­grim­age,
My length­ened course at­tend,
So may they lead me stage by stage,
To mine ap­point­ed end.

When all my jour­ney­ings here must cease,
And life no more shall be;
Lord, let me then de­part in peace,
From ev­ery­thing but Thee.