I walk in dan­ger all the way,
The thought shall ne­ver leave me
That Sa­tan, who has marked his prey,
Is plot­ting to de­ceive me.
This foe with hid­den snares
May seize me un­awares
If e’er I fail to watch and pray.
I walk in dan­ger all the way.

I pass through tri­als all the way,
With sin and ills con­tend­ing;
In pa­tience I must bear each day
The cross of God’s own send­ing.
Oft in ad­ver­si­ty
I know not where to flee;
When storms of woe my soul dis­may,
I pass through tri­als all the way.

Death doth pur­sue me all the way,
Nowhere I rest se­cure­ly;
He comes by night, he comes by day,
And takes his prey most sure­ly.
A fail­ing breath, and I
In death’s strong grasp may lie
To face eter­ni­ty for aye.
Death doth pur­sue me all the way.

I walk with an­gels all the way,
They shield me and be­friend me;
All Sa­tan’s pow­er is held at bay
When heav’n­ly hosts at­tend me;
They are my sure de­fense,
All fear and sor­row, hence!
Unharmed by foes, do what they may,
I walk with an­gels all the way.

I walk with Je­sus all the way,
His guid­ance ne­ver fails me;
Within His wounds I find a stay
When Sa­tan’s pow­er as­sails me;
And by His foot­steps led,
My path I safe­ly tread.
In spite of ills that threat­en may
I walk with Je­sus all the way.

My walk is hea­ven­ward all the way;
Await, my soul, the mor­row,
When thou shalt find re­lease for aye
From all thy sin and sor­row.
All world­ly pomp, be­gone!
To Hea­ven I now press on.
For all the world I would not stay;
My walk is hea­ven­ward all the way.